1.30Pilota
HorchataKing RiceDrink
CaldariCivire
- Kill
- 49
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 31
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 3%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.03B
- +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
- 49
- Perdite
- 31
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 23
- Punti
- 45
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.03B
- Persi
- 36.75B
- Bilancio
- -35.71B
- Efficienza ISK
- 3%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 24%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti55.5M
Rapporto danni · 98%
Danni subiti917.2K
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
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.