-9.90
- Kill
- 1459
- +12 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 1424
- +1 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 251.73B
- +82.4M negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,1 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1459
- Perdite
- 1424
- Indice di pericolo
- 3%
- Colpi finali
- 1193
- Punti
- 1716
ISK
- Distrutti
- 251.73B
- Persi
- 3.78B
- Bilancio
- +247.95B
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 929
- Percentuale solo
- 64%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1383
- Quota perdite NPC
- 97%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti31.4M
Rapporto danni · 94%
Danni subiti2.1M
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
Shabootie, a name whispered with a mix of fear and grudging admiration across the spaceways, was a pirate of the highest, or lowest, order.
Her ship, the rust-bucket "Booty Hunter," was a patchwork of stolen tech and jury-rigged weaponry, a testament to her ruthless efficiency. Shabootie's method was simple: spot a lucrative vessel, disable its shields with a well-placed burst, and then, with a cackle that echoed across the void, unleash a barrage of fire and fury until the target was little more than space debris. Then, she'd swoop in, like a vulture descending on a carcass, and claim her "bootie" – the salvage, the riches, and anything else that wasn't bolted down, or sometimes, even if it was.
Her ship, the rust-bucket "Booty Hunter," was a patchwork of stolen tech and jury-rigged weaponry, a testament to her ruthless efficiency. Shabootie's method was simple: spot a lucrative vessel, disable its shields with a well-placed burst, and then, with a cackle that echoed across the void, unleash a barrage of fire and fury until the target was little more than space debris. Then, she'd swoop in, like a vulture descending on a carcass, and claim her "bootie" – the salvage, the riches, and anything else that wasn't bolted down, or sometimes, even if it was.