0.90Pilota
Magus Noctis Marchosias
AmarrAmarr
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 10
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 10
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 3.63B
- Bilancio
- -3.63B
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti70.6K
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
"There are cries, sobs, confusion among the people, and at that moment the cardinal himself, the Grand Inquisitor, passes by the hangars.
He is an old man, almost ninety, tall and erect, with a withered face and sunken eyes, in which there is still a gleam of light. He is not dressed in his gorgeous cardinal's robes, as he was the day before, when he was burning the enemies of Amarrian Empire - at this moment he is wearing his coarse, old, monk's cassock.
At a distance behind him come his gloomy assistants and slaves along with the 'holy guard.' He stops at the sight of the crowd and watches it from a distance.
He sees everything; he sees them set the pod down at His feet, and his face darkens.
He knits his thick grey brows and his eyes gleam with a sinister fire."
AMARR VICTOR!!!
He is an old man, almost ninety, tall and erect, with a withered face and sunken eyes, in which there is still a gleam of light. He is not dressed in his gorgeous cardinal's robes, as he was the day before, when he was burning the enemies of Amarrian Empire - at this moment he is wearing his coarse, old, monk's cassock.
At a distance behind him come his gloomy assistants and slaves along with the 'holy guard.' He stops at the sight of the crowd and watches it from a distance.
He sees everything; he sees them set the pod down at His feet, and his face darkens.
He knits his thick grey brows and his eyes gleam with a sinister fire."
AMARR VICTOR!!!