- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 12
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 38%
- ISK distrutti
- 44.3M
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 12
- Indice di pericolo
- 67%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 44.3M
- Persi
- 72.0M
- Bilancio
- -27.7M
- Efficienza ISK
- 38%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 33%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti332
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti33.6K
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
It was the dawn of the fifth age of mankind – twenty years after the Minmatar Rebellion.
The Signal Cartel was a dream, given form. Its goal: to prevent another war, by creating a place where humans and aliens can work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call – home away from home – for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs, and wanderers.
Humans and aliens, wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal . . . all alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last best hope for peace.
This is the story of the best of the wormhole stations. The year is 23236. The name of the place is Thera.
_____________________
Harreck Tsoyani - a cynical veteran of countless skirmishes in the vasty deeps, he's seen enough of the endless, faceless legions of pirates and other vermin of the spaceways. He's tired of scrabbling for scraps, salvaging junk from the smoking wreck of some other unfortunate who was just a little slower on the trigger.
The Signal Cartel was a dream, given form. Its goal: to prevent another war, by creating a place where humans and aliens can work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call – home away from home – for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs, and wanderers.
Humans and aliens, wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal . . . all alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last best hope for peace.
This is the story of the best of the wormhole stations. The year is 23236. The name of the place is Thera.
_____________________
Harreck Tsoyani - a cynical veteran of countless skirmishes in the vasty deeps, he's seen enough of the endless, faceless legions of pirates and other vermin of the spaceways. He's tired of scrabbling for scraps, salvaging junk from the smoking wreck of some other unfortunate who was just a little slower on the trigger.