1.30HorchataKing RiceDrink
- Creato il
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- Prossimo compleanno
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- Ultima attività
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- Security status
- 1.30
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 49
- Perdite
- 31
- Efficienza
- 61%
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.03B
- Persi
- 36.75B
- Efficienza ISK
- 3%
- Bilancio
- -35.71B
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 24%
- Colpi finali
- 23
- Punti
- 45
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Bassa
Danni
Danni inflitti55.5M
Danni subiti917.2K
Rapporto danni98%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Idle AbyssDal martedì 2 settembre 20250 Kill0 Perdite
State War AcademyDal martedì 2 settembre 202538 Kill8 Perdite
Rice Drinks Planetary Mining CorporationDal domenica 13 agosto 202350 Kill19 Perdite
Selenitas EnterpriseDal sabato 25 febbraio 20230 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
The Sovereign of the Static
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.