- Kill
- 12
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 17
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 11%
- ISK distrutti
- 621.9M
- +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
- 12
- Perdite
- 17
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 12
ISK
- Distrutti
- 621.9M
- Persi
- 4.89B
- Bilancio
- -4.27B
- Efficienza ISK
- 11%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 8%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti6.5K
Rapporto danni · 2%
Danni subiti311.0K
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
In an age long forgotten, a battle weary Knight was travelling homeward.
The season was Winter, and a harsher winter had not been seen for a hundred years, the ice was so thick it could not be penetrated by sword nor axe. The Knight had survived numerous battles and conflicts allways able to survive hordes of men and beasts in tact, yet this season was different.. The hordes had a limit to the torment they could inflict, yet theWinter seemed to have no limit to it's harshness. Livestock and Men alike Perished by the thousands in it's fierecness. The Knight was allmost to his end... frostbitten hands barely able to carry his meagrer possesions, feet torn, blistered and bloody. He was convinced he would meet his maker in the afterlife, when ahead in the distance he saw a soft glowing light. The light of a single Winter's Rose, defying nature at it's worst, It's radiance shining, It gave him hope, courage and the will to live on. His ancestors follow in the light of the Winter's Rose.
The season was Winter, and a harsher winter had not been seen for a hundred years, the ice was so thick it could not be penetrated by sword nor axe. The Knight had survived numerous battles and conflicts allways able to survive hordes of men and beasts in tact, yet this season was different.. The hordes had a limit to the torment they could inflict, yet theWinter seemed to have no limit to it's harshness. Livestock and Men alike Perished by the thousands in it's fierecness. The Knight was allmost to his end... frostbitten hands barely able to carry his meagrer possesions, feet torn, blistered and bloody. He was convinced he would meet his maker in the afterlife, when ahead in the distance he saw a soft glowing light. The light of a single Winter's Rose, defying nature at it's worst, It's radiance shining, It gave him hope, courage and the will to live on. His ancestors follow in the light of the Winter's Rose.