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Cross Kaundur-0.40
Killboard
Kill
163
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
128
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
56%
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

NaviUltimi 90g
SistemiUltimi 90g
Ultime killKillboard
Ultime perditeKillboard

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.