5.00Pilota
Den Tatarinov
MinmatarSebiestor
- Kill
- 1241
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 269
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 70%
- ISK distrutti
- 504.67B
- +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
- 1241
- Perdite
- 269
- Indice di pericolo
- 99%
- Colpi finali
- 182
- Punti
- 1241
ISK
- Distrutti
- 504.67B
- Persi
- 218.71B
- Bilancio
- +285.95B
- Efficienza ISK
- 70%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 30
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 1%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti16.3M
Rapporto danni · 65%
Danni subiti8.9M
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
As the sun goes down, I move around, Keeping to the shadows
Life, hangs by a thread, And Ive heard it said, that Ill not see tomorrow
If thats my destiny, itll have to be, So Ill face the future
Running out of time, Im on the line, But Ill go down fighting
Felt the hand of justice, Telling wrong from right
Threw me out upon the street in the middle of the night
Cybernetic hearbeat, Digital precise
Pneumatic fingers nearly had me in their vice
Not begging you, Im telling you
You wont break me
You wont make me
You wont take me,
Under blood red skies
Ill fight you under, blood red skies
Through a shattered city, watched by laser eyes
Overhead the night squad glides, The decaying paradise
Automatic sniper, With computer sights
Scans the bleak horizon for its victim of the night
Theyre closing in, Theyll never win
Life, hangs by a thread, And Ive heard it said, that Ill not see tomorrow
If thats my destiny, itll have to be, So Ill face the future
Running out of time, Im on the line, But Ill go down fighting
Felt the hand of justice, Telling wrong from right
Threw me out upon the street in the middle of the night
Cybernetic hearbeat, Digital precise
Pneumatic fingers nearly had me in their vice
Not begging you, Im telling you
You wont break me
You wont make me
You wont take me,
Under blood red skies
Ill fight you under, blood red skies
Through a shattered city, watched by laser eyes
Overhead the night squad glides, The decaying paradise
Automatic sniper, With computer sights
Scans the bleak horizon for its victim of the night
Theyre closing in, Theyll never win