- Kill
- 405
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 113
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 84%
- ISK distrutti
- 72.97B
- +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
- 405
- Perdite
- 113
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 202
- Punti
- 405
ISK
- Distrutti
- 72.97B
- Persi
- 13.50B
- Bilancio
- +59.46B
- Efficienza ISK
- 84%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 78
- Percentuale solo
- 19%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti10.2M
Rapporto danni · 90%
Danni subiti1.1M
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 am shadow ruled by light.
I must go out to the stars again, to the empty spans of the sky,
And all I ask is a sturdy ship and a star to steer her by;
And the engine's kick and the sun's song and the shields a'shaking,
And the ruby ring on the plant's face, and new dawn breaking.
I must go out to the stars again, for the call of black waters wide
is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a cold, crisp day with the gas clouds flying,
And the engine spray and the blown exhaust, and the shields a'crying.
I must go down to the stars again, to the vagrant wanderers' life,
to the gull's way and the whale's way with a ship like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long-trick's over.
I deal in little death.
I must go out to the stars again, to the empty spans of the sky,
And all I ask is a sturdy ship and a star to steer her by;
And the engine's kick and the sun's song and the shields a'shaking,
And the ruby ring on the plant's face, and new dawn breaking.
I must go out to the stars again, for the call of black waters wide
is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a cold, crisp day with the gas clouds flying,
And the engine spray and the blown exhaust, and the shields a'crying.
I must go down to the stars again, to the vagrant wanderers' life,
to the gull's way and the whale's way with a ship like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long-trick's over.
I deal in little death.