- Kill
- 371
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 84
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 75%
- ISK distrutti
- 59.60B
- +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
- 371
- Perdite
- 84
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 218
- Punti
- 371
ISK
- Distrutti
- 59.60B
- Persi
- 20.01B
- Bilancio
- +39.59B
- Efficienza ISK
- 75%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 50
- Percentuale solo
- 13%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.5M
Rapporto danni · 63%
Danni subiti2.1M
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
Caldari Independent Navy Reserve
Name: Abel <surname classified>
Age: 51
Race: Caldari
Bloodline: Civire
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Compared to the countless others that took to the stars, Abel carried with him remarkably unremarkable baggage. His family was not butchered by some petty pirate raid. He was not traded on the slave market or orphaned by great calamity. No. There was nothing cruel or unusual about his life, though normality itself can be dull to the point of cruelty.
He left the mudball of his birth behind for no more reason than to find a way to fill his stomach. For a man with little ability and even less ambition, gambling his life on so dangerous a vocation as the one he now finds himself seemed only natural. He was expendable after all. And if he should perish in the process, it would only relieve him of the mundane worries of living.
Name: Abel <surname classified>
Age: 51
Race: Caldari
Bloodline: Civire
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Compared to the countless others that took to the stars, Abel carried with him remarkably unremarkable baggage. His family was not butchered by some petty pirate raid. He was not traded on the slave market or orphaned by great calamity. No. There was nothing cruel or unusual about his life, though normality itself can be dull to the point of cruelty.
He left the mudball of his birth behind for no more reason than to find a way to fill his stomach. For a man with little ability and even less ambition, gambling his life on so dangerous a vocation as the one he now finds himself seemed only natural. He was expendable after all. And if he should perish in the process, it would only relieve him of the mundane worries of living.