- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 5
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 2.05B
- Bilancio
- -2.05B
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti55.1K
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
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Bio in gioco
I opened my eye's and looked around. I was in a medical facility and the staff were looking worried.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the lab assistant
"Where am I?" I asked. My mouth and throat were dry and sore.
"The Republic Fleet Logistics Support station cloning facilities at Lustrevik VII, Moon 7. Do you feel okay?" he asked.
His worried face was starting to get to me. "Could I have a drink please?" I croaked, "And why do you look so worried?"
Handing me a drink he said "Well, we had an accident when you were cloned, and it was touch and go if you would survive. Do you remember your name sir?"
"Of course I do you idiot, I'm...." Yet I struggled to remember my own name. "What have you done to me?" I screamed at him.
During rehabilitation, I learnt my name, but that was all they had on file. My history, my past, my family (if I had any) were all lost.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the lab assistant
"Where am I?" I asked. My mouth and throat were dry and sore.
"The Republic Fleet Logistics Support station cloning facilities at Lustrevik VII, Moon 7. Do you feel okay?" he asked.
His worried face was starting to get to me. "Could I have a drink please?" I croaked, "And why do you look so worried?"
Handing me a drink he said "Well, we had an accident when you were cloned, and it was touch and go if you would survive. Do you remember your name sir?"
"Of course I do you idiot, I'm...." Yet I struggled to remember my own name. "What have you done to me?" I screamed at him.
During rehabilitation, I learnt my name, but that was all they had on file. My history, my past, my family (if I had any) were all lost.