- Kill
- 4
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 53
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 8%
- ISK distrutti
- 359.1M
- +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
- 4
- Perdite
- 53
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 4
ISK
- Distrutti
- 359.1M
- Persi
- 4.06B
- Bilancio
- -3.70B
- Efficienza ISK
- 8%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.3K
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti384.8K
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
The walls of the clone vat are warm and smooth to the touch. I lie in solution for a few moments of crystal clear awareness before taking my first breath. I have no memory of the events that brought me back to this dark, organic chamber, but that will soon be clear.
Then, light slowly builds inside the capsule as timers trigger, bringing my environment back to match the external world. I reach back, to the implant jacks on the base of my skull. I know they'll be empty, but a pang of loss still echoes numbly in my mind. The interfaces which once set my mind ablaze have been replaced by the emptiness of an uncomfortable silence.
I stand and reach for a towel, and step out from the vat. My body is stronger this time, the result of military specifications that I had added to my clone profile before I died. I'm looking forward to hitting the gym, testing out my new strength and reflexes. But first, business.
"Jinjer, get me a copy of my combat logs..."
Then, light slowly builds inside the capsule as timers trigger, bringing my environment back to match the external world. I reach back, to the implant jacks on the base of my skull. I know they'll be empty, but a pang of loss still echoes numbly in my mind. The interfaces which once set my mind ablaze have been replaced by the emptiness of an uncomfortable silence.
I stand and reach for a towel, and step out from the vat. My body is stronger this time, the result of military specifications that I had added to my clone profile before I died. I'm looking forward to hitting the gym, testing out my new strength and reflexes. But first, business.
"Jinjer, get me a copy of my combat logs..."