5.00
- Kill
- 59
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 81
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 56%
- ISK distrutti
- 12.32B
- +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
- 59
- Perdite
- 81
- Indice di pericolo
- 62%
- Colpi finali
- 18
- Punti
- 59
ISK
- Distrutti
- 12.32B
- Persi
- 9.78B
- Bilancio
- +2.54B
- Efficienza ISK
- 56%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 20%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 31
- Quota perdite NPC
- 38%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti11.6M
Rapporto danni · 91%
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
"There are some who will never embrace enlightment, and those poor souls we must.. educate"
Some lesson are harder than others
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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uɐıssnɹ ʞɐǝds ʇ,uop ı
Some lesson are harder than others
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
***********************************
uɐıssnɹ ʞɐǝds ʇ,uop ı