Pilota
Kashandra Maultar
MinmatarBrutor
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 0
- Indice di pericolo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 0
- Bilancio
- +0
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
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
Kashandra was brought up in a harsh environment, after escaping the slave camps she was brought up by a hardy couple of Minmatar miners who taught her nothing in this life comes for free and whether through blood or money you have to fight to get what you want.
As a teenager she was unruley and unresponsive, often picking on her weaker classmates and starting fights with the bigger kids just to challenge herself. She was finally kicked out of industrial school at the age of 15 and sent to military school, a move that her foster parents decided would harness and discipline her aggression. Alas, all that was gained from this was her joyriding her superiors frigate through friendly space and destroying several unmanned outposts along the way.
Today, she claws her own way through life, governed by nothing but her own codes and practices. She remains as hot tempered as ever but this time.. she's armed.
As a teenager she was unruley and unresponsive, often picking on her weaker classmates and starting fights with the bigger kids just to challenge herself. She was finally kicked out of industrial school at the age of 15 and sent to military school, a move that her foster parents decided would harness and discipline her aggression. Alas, all that was gained from this was her joyriding her superiors frigate through friendly space and destroying several unmanned outposts along the way.
Today, she claws her own way through life, governed by nothing but her own codes and practices. She remains as hot tempered as ever but this time.. she's armed.