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- Creato il
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- Prossimo compleanno
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- Ultima attività
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- Security status
- -0.10
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 5
- Perdite
- 14
- Efficienza
- 26%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 387.8M
- Persi
- 468.1M
- Efficienza ISK
- 45%
- Bilancio
- -80.4M
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 20%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 5
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti9.3K
Danni subiti73.8K
Rapporto danni11%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Bio in gioco
Member of the glorious and highly stylish corp Attila the Bun.
Recovering Quafe addict
Total Donated to Cal Qever Quafe Preservation/Investment Funds in Jita Local= 1296m
All poems by Jita Poet/Sam Lafisque
Quafe Poem:
A Magical Elixir, Crafted by Gallentean Hands
From Temperate Forests to Desert Sands
It is Drunk, but Never Finished
For when you Drink it
Your Brain Cells Replenish
Attila the Bun Poem:
A brave little faction named Attila the Bun
Nooby and young, not a single war won,
Rose out of the turmoil that is New Eden
Destined for greatness, with Cal Qever leadin'.
Manticore Poem:
Manticores, the predators of space,
Cloaked and ready to put you in your place.
When one's in system, you'll never feel safe,
Unless you negotiate your safety for some quafe.
Cal poem:
Well known in Local, he's here every day,
Earning his fame in an extraordinary way.
Cal is his name, Quafe is his game,
No one in jita is quite the same.
Recovering Quafe addict
Total Donated to Cal Qever Quafe Preservation/Investment Funds in Jita Local= 1296m
All poems by Jita Poet/Sam Lafisque
Quafe Poem:
A Magical Elixir, Crafted by Gallentean Hands
From Temperate Forests to Desert Sands
It is Drunk, but Never Finished
For when you Drink it
Your Brain Cells Replenish
Attila the Bun Poem:
A brave little faction named Attila the Bun
Nooby and young, not a single war won,
Rose out of the turmoil that is New Eden
Destined for greatness, with Cal Qever leadin'.
Manticore Poem:
Manticores, the predators of space,
Cloaked and ready to put you in your place.
When one's in system, you'll never feel safe,
Unless you negotiate your safety for some quafe.
Cal poem:
Well known in Local, he's here every day,
Earning his fame in an extraordinary way.
Cal is his name, Quafe is his game,
No one in jita is quite the same.