3.90Pilota
Garrett Finareous
GallenteGallente
- Kill
- 2861
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 177
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.10T
- +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
- 2861
- Perdite
- 177
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 554
- Punti
- 2831
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.10T
- Persi
- 24.55B
- Bilancio
- +2.07T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 262
- Percentuale solo
- 9%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 9
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti41.5M
Rapporto danni · 93%
Danni subiti3.1M
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 used to be a simple man, just tending our gas farm here on the family plantation. But on some nights, I tinkered in the shed--you know, superconductors, explosives, and nanobites. My old man, he'd always say that it would only lead to trouble.
He was right.
That damn day, that damn drug runner fleeing Concord Police right over our fields dumped his boosters over the side and they landed on the shed where I kept my projects...the whole thing exploded in a flash of light and suddenly, I no longer had a family farm. Suddenly, Amarr police was accusing me of hiding contraband goods.
I have to clear my family name and get my old man back his harvesting rights before he dies old and broken.
I have to make things right and Amarr will pay for their ignorance and brutality. I'll show them. I'll show all of them.
Written by Praz Evingod
Enemies --
He was right.
That damn day, that damn drug runner fleeing Concord Police right over our fields dumped his boosters over the side and they landed on the shed where I kept my projects...the whole thing exploded in a flash of light and suddenly, I no longer had a family farm. Suddenly, Amarr police was accusing me of hiding contraband goods.
I have to clear my family name and get my old man back his harvesting rights before he dies old and broken.
I have to make things right and Amarr will pay for their ignorance and brutality. I'll show them. I'll show all of them.
Written by Praz Evingod
Enemies --