1.40
- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 14
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 27%
- ISK distrutti
- 450.9M
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 14
- Indice di pericolo
- 86%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 450.9M
- Persi
- 1.19B
- Bilancio
- -741.1M
- Efficienza ISK
- 27%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 14%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti930
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti130.3K
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
F
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
L
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Y
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
S
That ever with a frolic welcome took
A
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
F
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
E
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Y
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
A
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
L
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
L
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.