- Kill
- 45
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 56
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.00B
- +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
- 45
- Perdite
- 56
- Indice di pericolo
- 93%
- Colpi finali
- 6
- Punti
- 45
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.00B
- Persi
- 226.0M
- Bilancio
- +3.77B
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 7%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.5M
Rapporto danni · 94%
Danni subiti100.5K
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
http://i.imgur.com/l4oT8dm.jpg
A flower in the acid rain.
Its leaves leathery from ruin and pain.
A communtiy of insects inhabits this place.
These swarm to and fro in space.
From the flower to the gaping maw.
It accepts back its young, their skin rubbed raw.
Its stalk is thick, hardy from wind.
Its gifts and love, it won't rescind.
Love so soft, but its protection is much.
It allows a little, so it is not a crutch.
Roots sunk deep within the glassy soil.
Invaders nearby, their blood at a boil.
Her golden cells hold their ground.
This little flower releases a sound.
As she roars deeply, she uncovers her thorns.
They scurry away as she warns.
And even when we are dead and gone.
You will remain our home, Rahadalon.
A flower in the acid rain.
Its leaves leathery from ruin and pain.
A communtiy of insects inhabits this place.
These swarm to and fro in space.
From the flower to the gaping maw.
It accepts back its young, their skin rubbed raw.
Its stalk is thick, hardy from wind.
Its gifts and love, it won't rescind.
Love so soft, but its protection is much.
It allows a little, so it is not a crutch.
Roots sunk deep within the glassy soil.
Invaders nearby, their blood at a boil.
Her golden cells hold their ground.
This little flower releases a sound.
As she roars deeply, she uncovers her thorns.
They scurry away as she warns.
And even when we are dead and gone.
You will remain our home, Rahadalon.