- Kill
- 163
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 128
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 39%
- ISK distrutti
- 29.84B
- +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
- 163
- Perdite
- 128
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 49
- Punti
- 163
ISK
- Distrutti
- 29.84B
- Persi
- 47.20B
- Bilancio
- -17.36B
- Efficienza ISK
- 39%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 15
- Percentuale solo
- 9%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 8
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti18.4M
Rapporto danni · 67%
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
Pilot Dossier: Cross Kaundur
Security Status: █████
Corporation: █████
Bloodline: Sebiestor
Ancestry: Religious Rebels
Gender: M (Note: Subject's presentation frequently confounds automated profiling systems. Consider this a tactical asset.)
Official Biographical Abstract:
A phantom from the Horkkisen asteroid belts, Cross Kaundur’s first act of rebellion was his own existence. Forged in the hyper-masculine, brutal scraplands of the Minmatar underclass, his identity—a gay femboy of sharp, dark aesthetics—was a dangerous liability turned into his ultimate weapon.
His survival hinged on weaponizing the contempt and predatory interest of others. He learned to dress their prejudice as a trap, using his delicate, androgynous presentation as flawless camouflage. In pirate dens and Amarrian galas, he is dismissed as prey, a plaything, a harmless doll. This perception is the keystone of every clandestine op.
Cross specializes in infiltration and psychological warfare, piloting swift, brutal Minmatar frigates. His method is a deadly performance: infiltrating as a courtesan or companion to exploit the arrogance of targets, extracting secrets or planting sabotage with a soft touch, then vanishing before the detonation. He holds a particular, cold fury for slavers and bullies, turning their own lust and scorn into the instrument of their ruin.
More than a survivor, Cross is an avenging specter. His entire persona is a refined engine of payback, a living rebuttal to every power structure that thought it could define or consume him. He is the smile that hides the scalpel, proving that in the dark, the most delicate edge cuts the deepest.
Security Status: █████
Corporation: █████
Bloodline: Sebiestor
Ancestry: Religious Rebels
Gender: M (Note: Subject's presentation frequently confounds automated profiling systems. Consider this a tactical asset.)
Official Biographical Abstract:
A phantom from the Horkkisen asteroid belts, Cross Kaundur’s first act of rebellion was his own existence. Forged in the hyper-masculine, brutal scraplands of the Minmatar underclass, his identity—a gay femboy of sharp, dark aesthetics—was a dangerous liability turned into his ultimate weapon.
His survival hinged on weaponizing the contempt and predatory interest of others. He learned to dress their prejudice as a trap, using his delicate, androgynous presentation as flawless camouflage. In pirate dens and Amarrian galas, he is dismissed as prey, a plaything, a harmless doll. This perception is the keystone of every clandestine op.
Cross specializes in infiltration and psychological warfare, piloting swift, brutal Minmatar frigates. His method is a deadly performance: infiltrating as a courtesan or companion to exploit the arrogance of targets, extracting secrets or planting sabotage with a soft touch, then vanishing before the detonation. He holds a particular, cold fury for slavers and bullies, turning their own lust and scorn into the instrument of their ruin.
More than a survivor, Cross is an avenging specter. His entire persona is a refined engine of payback, a living rebuttal to every power structure that thought it could define or consume him. He is the smile that hides the scalpel, proving that in the dark, the most delicate edge cuts the deepest.