- Kill
- 1379
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 376
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 778.16B
- +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
- 1379
- Perdite
- 376
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 334
- Punti
- 1379
ISK
- Distrutti
- 778.16B
- Persi
- 34.11B
- Bilancio
- +744.05B
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 99
- Percentuale solo
- 7%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 15
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti7.2M
Rapporto danni · 75%
Danni subiti2.4M
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
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost.
It yearns me not if they my body use.
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive...
They to-day that sheds their blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon this day...
Let me speak proudly, we are but warriors of the working day
our happiness and our guilt are all besmirched
With rainy marching in the painful field
but by the mass our hearts are in the trim...
come no more for ransom thee shall have none i swear,
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost.
It yearns me not if they my body use.
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive...
They to-day that sheds their blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon this day...
Let me speak proudly, we are but warriors of the working day
our happiness and our guilt are all besmirched
With rainy marching in the painful field
but by the mass our hearts are in the trim...
come no more for ransom thee shall have none i swear,