- Kill
- 71
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 24
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 81%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.74B
- +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
- 71
- Perdite
- 24
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 18
- Punti
- 71
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.74B
- Persi
- 886.3M
- Bilancio
- +2.85B
- Efficienza ISK
- 81%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 4
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.4M
Rapporto danni · 89%
Danni subiti167.0K
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
"How many ways do i have to say I just don't give a fuck before you understand that i "Don't" give a flying fuck. Now where's my money Bitch." Lily said.
Placeing the recenly fire gun barrel dircetly between the eyes of the cowering psychophant.
"Please, madam, shall we remain civil. This is a place of faith." replied the priest.
"Fine." holstering her revolver she grabs Torvic by the hair and begins dragging him kicking and screaming outside. booting the cathedral doors open with a vulgar curse Lily throws Felix Torvic on to the street into a puddle of filthy water. In a flash she drws and fires, as the wiff of smoke fades from the barrel torvic falls silent, eyes wide in shock as the blood begins to pool around his head.
"Did you really have to kill him?" asked the priest, Ezra Kane.
"No, but damn did it feel good, you know kind of like when you take those alter boys into the backroom."
Ezra laughs. "if I didn't know you were joking, I would be offended."
Placeing the recenly fire gun barrel dircetly between the eyes of the cowering psychophant.
"Please, madam, shall we remain civil. This is a place of faith." replied the priest.
"Fine." holstering her revolver she grabs Torvic by the hair and begins dragging him kicking and screaming outside. booting the cathedral doors open with a vulgar curse Lily throws Felix Torvic on to the street into a puddle of filthy water. In a flash she drws and fires, as the wiff of smoke fades from the barrel torvic falls silent, eyes wide in shock as the blood begins to pool around his head.
"Did you really have to kill him?" asked the priest, Ezra Kane.
"No, but damn did it feel good, you know kind of like when you take those alter boys into the backroom."
Ezra laughs. "if I didn't know you were joking, I would be offended."