- Kill
- 36
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 34
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 91%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.85B
- +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
- 36
- Perdite
- 34
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 36
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.85B
- Persi
- 275.9M
- Bilancio
- +2.57B
- Efficienza ISK
- 91%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti8.6K
Rapporto danni · 12%
Danni subiti61.4K
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
Ex-Data Thief | No Corp | Lowsec Drifter
At twenty-two he was the best infiltration pilot in the system — the kind of name that made corp CEOs check their killboards twice. He ran data jobs for a mid-tier corp out of Amarr, stole things that belonged to people who could and would make him disappear. And he did the one thing you never do: he kept a cut. Tried to fence it. The corp found out. They didn't shoot him. They just took everything — the ship, the accounts, the station slot, the corp membership — and left him with a fresh character and a tab he'd never pay off.
Now he's in a lowsec system nobody wants, running a Malign in a hangar he can't afford, doing small-time data center jobs and hauling for people who don't ask questions. He's been out of the game for a while — not the account, the game. The thing that used to make him feel like he was somewhere else. Now it's just a job, and the job is bad. He's not trying to get back to the top. He's trying to get back to anything.
Then someone shows up at the bar. Offers him a job. Says they can fix what's broken. Says the fix is conditional. He should say no. He doesn't.
"It's not like I'm using. It's like my body's a data center and someone's been running jobs on it for years."
At twenty-two he was the best infiltration pilot in the system — the kind of name that made corp CEOs check their killboards twice. He ran data jobs for a mid-tier corp out of Amarr, stole things that belonged to people who could and would make him disappear. And he did the one thing you never do: he kept a cut. Tried to fence it. The corp found out. They didn't shoot him. They just took everything — the ship, the accounts, the station slot, the corp membership — and left him with a fresh character and a tab he'd never pay off.
Now he's in a lowsec system nobody wants, running a Malign in a hangar he can't afford, doing small-time data center jobs and hauling for people who don't ask questions. He's been out of the game for a while — not the account, the game. The thing that used to make him feel like he was somewhere else. Now it's just a job, and the job is bad. He's not trying to get back to the top. He's trying to get back to anything.
Then someone shows up at the bar. Offers him a job. Says they can fix what's broken. Says the fix is conditional. He should say no. He doesn't.
"It's not like I'm using. It's like my body's a data center and someone's been running jobs on it for years."