3.00
- Kill
- 152
- +49 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 119
- +35 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 65%
- ISK distrutti
- 27.48B
- +9.39B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Alta
- 0,5 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 152
- Perdite
- 119
- Indice di pericolo
- 88%
- Colpi finali
- 36
- Punti
- 140
ISK
- Distrutti
- 27.48B
- Persi
- 14.52B
- Bilancio
- +12.95B
- Efficienza ISK
- 65%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 13
- Percentuale solo
- 9%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 14
- Quota perdite NPC
- 12%
- Attività
- Alta
Danni inflitti7.9M
Rapporto danni · 81%
Danni subiti1.9M
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
I have spent years hunting the same pirates, answering the same distress calls, and fighting the same enemies. Every agent promises danger. Every mission promises a challenge. Yet the outcome is always the same.
The pirates die.
The wrecks drift.
Another contract waits.
There was a time when combat thrilled me. Every jump gate led somewhere unknown, every hostile contact raised my pulse, and every victory felt earned. But experience has a way of changing things. The enemies that once seemed terrifying have become predictable. I know their ships, their tactics, even their mistakes before they make them.
The truth is simple.
I've outgrown them.
The stars stretch endlessly beyond the borders of high security space. Thousands of systems, countless worlds, and dangers I've never seen. Yet most pilots spend their lives flying familiar routes, fighting familiar foes, and calling it adventure.
I find myself staring beyond the next gate more often these days.
Wondering.
Is there more out there?
Somewhere beyond the safety of CONCORD patrols, beyond the trade lanes and station lights, there must still be uncertainty. Real danger. Real opponents. Pilots who adapt, who think, who fight to win instead of following predictable patterns.
How far will I have to travel to find them?
Lowsec?
Nullsec?
Wormhole space?
I don't know.
But I know what I'm looking for.
A fight I cannot predict.
An enemy that forces me to become better.
A challenge worthy of the years I've spent mastering my craft.
Until I find it, I'll keep moving forward. One jump farther from safety. One step deeper into the unknown.
The pirates can keep their bounties.
I'm searching for something far more valuable.
A reason to fear the next gate again.
The pirates die.
The wrecks drift.
Another contract waits.
There was a time when combat thrilled me. Every jump gate led somewhere unknown, every hostile contact raised my pulse, and every victory felt earned. But experience has a way of changing things. The enemies that once seemed terrifying have become predictable. I know their ships, their tactics, even their mistakes before they make them.
The truth is simple.
I've outgrown them.
The stars stretch endlessly beyond the borders of high security space. Thousands of systems, countless worlds, and dangers I've never seen. Yet most pilots spend their lives flying familiar routes, fighting familiar foes, and calling it adventure.
I find myself staring beyond the next gate more often these days.
Wondering.
Is there more out there?
Somewhere beyond the safety of CONCORD patrols, beyond the trade lanes and station lights, there must still be uncertainty. Real danger. Real opponents. Pilots who adapt, who think, who fight to win instead of following predictable patterns.
How far will I have to travel to find them?
Lowsec?
Nullsec?
Wormhole space?
I don't know.
But I know what I'm looking for.
A fight I cannot predict.
An enemy that forces me to become better.
A challenge worthy of the years I've spent mastering my craft.
Until I find it, I'll keep moving forward. One jump farther from safety. One step deeper into the unknown.
The pirates can keep their bounties.
I'm searching for something far more valuable.
A reason to fear the next gate again.