- Kill
- 4922
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 181
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.63T
- +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
- 4922
- Perdite
- 181
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 958
- Punti
- 4922
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.63T
- Persi
- 35.57B
- Bilancio
- +4.60T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 176
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti70.7M
Rapporto danni · 97%
Danni subiti2.3M
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
How to Win:
I sexually Identify as an the sun. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of slamming hydrogen isotopes into each other to make helium & light and send it throught the galaxy. People say to me that a person being a star is Impossible and I’m :hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts:ing :hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts: but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon inflate me with hydrogen and raise my temperature to over 6000 °C. From now on I want you guys to call me “Sol” and respect my right to give you vitamin D and probably sunburns. If you can’t accept me you’re a fusionphobe and need to check your astral privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
I sexually Identify as an the sun. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of slamming hydrogen isotopes into each other to make helium & light and send it throught the galaxy. People say to me that a person being a star is Impossible and I’m :hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts:ing :hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts::hearts: but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon inflate me with hydrogen and raise my temperature to over 6000 °C. From now on I want you guys to call me “Sol” and respect my right to give you vitamin D and probably sunburns. If you can’t accept me you’re a fusionphobe and need to check your astral privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.