5.00
- Kill
- 45
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 24
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 52%
- ISK distrutti
- 13.69B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 45
- Perdite
- 24
- Indice di pericolo
- 71%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 45
ISK
- Distrutti
- 13.69B
- Persi
- 12.77B
- Bilancio
- +921.9M
- Efficienza ISK
- 52%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 29%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti63.7K
Rapporto danni · 6%
Danni subiti974.1K
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
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Bio in gioco
Title: The Breath of Freedom
In the shadowy corridors of a Minmatar space station, Dendrobates, stood with the weight of history heavy on his shoulders. Born to a lineage of warriors, he was a guardian of freedom, forever haunted by the scars of oppression. His grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind: “Slaves cannot breathe in Minmatar; if their lungs receive our air, that moment they are free.”
Now, gazing into the vastness of space, he felt the urgency of his mission. The Minmatar had fought fiercely for their liberation, but many still languished in chains under the Amarr Empire. This was not just a fight for his people, but for every soul yearning for freedom.
Dendrobates donned his armor, a symbol of his commitment. His ship, the "Rebel's Whisper", awaited him, sleek and ready for stealth. He had received intel about a slave transport on the fringes of Minmatar space. Each life he saved would be a testament to their resilience.
As he piloted through the darkness, he envisioned the moment when captives would taste the air of freedom. The transport loomed ahead, a hulking mass against the starlit backdrop. With practiced ease, he engaged his stealth systems, slipping past the guards.
Inside, the air was thick with despair.Dendrobates' heart raced as he approached the hold, where weary souls awaited their fate. “Breathe,” he urged, his voice steady. “You are safe now.”
As they inhaled the air of Minmatar, a collective gasp filled the space. In that moment, their chains shattered, and hope ignited in their eyes. He watched as fear transformed into courage.
Together, they fled the transport, Dendrobates leading the way back to the Whisper. As they ascended into the stars, laughter mingled with tears of joy. They were free, and he had played a part in their liberation.
In the depths of space, he knew the fight for freedom was far from over. But as he looked at the faces of those he had saved, he felt a renewed purpose. They would breathe the air of Minmatar, and together, they would forge a future where no one would ever be shackled again.
In the shadowy corridors of a Minmatar space station, Dendrobates, stood with the weight of history heavy on his shoulders. Born to a lineage of warriors, he was a guardian of freedom, forever haunted by the scars of oppression. His grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind: “Slaves cannot breathe in Minmatar; if their lungs receive our air, that moment they are free.”
Now, gazing into the vastness of space, he felt the urgency of his mission. The Minmatar had fought fiercely for their liberation, but many still languished in chains under the Amarr Empire. This was not just a fight for his people, but for every soul yearning for freedom.
Dendrobates donned his armor, a symbol of his commitment. His ship, the "Rebel's Whisper", awaited him, sleek and ready for stealth. He had received intel about a slave transport on the fringes of Minmatar space. Each life he saved would be a testament to their resilience.
As he piloted through the darkness, he envisioned the moment when captives would taste the air of freedom. The transport loomed ahead, a hulking mass against the starlit backdrop. With practiced ease, he engaged his stealth systems, slipping past the guards.
Inside, the air was thick with despair.Dendrobates' heart raced as he approached the hold, where weary souls awaited their fate. “Breathe,” he urged, his voice steady. “You are safe now.”
As they inhaled the air of Minmatar, a collective gasp filled the space. In that moment, their chains shattered, and hope ignited in their eyes. He watched as fear transformed into courage.
Together, they fled the transport, Dendrobates leading the way back to the Whisper. As they ascended into the stars, laughter mingled with tears of joy. They were free, and he had played a part in their liberation.
In the depths of space, he knew the fight for freedom was far from over. But as he looked at the faces of those he had saved, he felt a renewed purpose. They would breathe the air of Minmatar, and together, they would forge a future where no one would ever be shackled again.