- Kill
- 303
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 27
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 126.28B
- +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
- 303
- Perdite
- 27
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 27
- Punti
- 303
ISK
- Distrutti
- 126.28B
- Persi
- 4.36B
- Bilancio
- +121.92B
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti7.8M
Rapporto danni · 96%
Danni subiti360.3K
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
Mary looked down at her soft delicate skin, her eyes drawn to the gleaming interface sockets erupting from her puckered flesh. She rubbed her fingertips together, trying to believe that the slide of skin over skin is natural, to remember when this sensation was the limits of her reality. She glanced up, in front of her - at the very the centre of the hangar the POD, her connection and interface. Glancing around she took note of the array of diverse ships - form linked with function.
These are my limbs, she thought, battle hardened and scarred composites, not this fragile fleshy existence, not this, not this meat. Only out of the pod to be opened by the surgeon for anther implant, she twisted her neck, feeling stiffness from the swelling as the flesh healed.
Time to go, she will be glad to release the insecurity, the sense of fragility, the fear.
If we don't survive the day,
Say this at our pyre:
We died as Matari warriors,
With our faces to the fire.
Neh'Bu Kau Beh'Hude
These are my limbs, she thought, battle hardened and scarred composites, not this fragile fleshy existence, not this, not this meat. Only out of the pod to be opened by the surgeon for anther implant, she twisted her neck, feeling stiffness from the swelling as the flesh healed.
Time to go, she will be glad to release the insecurity, the sense of fragility, the fear.
If we don't survive the day,
Say this at our pyre:
We died as Matari warriors,
With our faces to the fire.
Neh'Bu Kau Beh'Hude