- Kill
- 335
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 76
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 94%
- ISK distrutti
- 46.05B
- +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
- 335
- Perdite
- 76
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 50
- Punti
- 335
ISK
- Distrutti
- 46.05B
- Persi
- 3.06B
- Bilancio
- +42.98B
- Efficienza ISK
- 94%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti5.2M
Rapporto danni · 92%
Danni subiti443.8K
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
Dannefan Senshi-Khuun — Brother of the void.
Forged in war, proven in silence.
Your absence weighs heavier than any hull loss.
I awakened in the final days of YC111, beneath the light of Holy Amarr. Faith was not offered. It was enforced, and I survived it.
I founded I.M.A.C in a time when the cluster rewarded only violence and resolve. What began as a small assembly of capsuleers hardened into a three-hundred-strong null-sec corporation, sustained by blood, discipline, and attrition. Systems were taken without apology and held without illusion. Ships burned. Pilots adapted or vanished. Trust was rare, costly, and often fatal—but it was real.
Friendships were forged in the narrow space between survival and annihilation. Many were lost to war, others to time, silence, or exhaustion. One name endures beyond all others—Dannefan. Brother of the void. Proven under fire. Remembered not for words, but for presence. His absence remains heavier than any defeat.
I was later drawn into the ranks of the First Praetorian Guard. There, obedience outweighed survival, and restraint was learned through loss. We were not taught to seek glory, only to endure and execute. In that service, I learned that faith does not comfort—it sharpens.
I remain a citizen of the Amarr Empire, not by ceremony or declaration, but by persistence. Allegiance is not where one flies, but what one refuses to abandon.
In YC117, my chronicle ended without death. A catastrophic failure in clone activation severed continuity. Consciousness suspended. War ongoing. Empires shifting. I was neither alive nor reborn—only absent. The cluster continued without me, and my name faded into omission.
In YC128, the fault was corrected. The clone awakened. Memory intact. Sentiment diminished. Absence had tempered what war began.
Now I fly again, this time within the Caldari Militia. Not as a defector, nor a penitent, but as a reminder. The State values efficiency. It will learn resolve. Victory is not calculated — it is imposed, paid for in hulls, bodies, and time.
Amarr victor!
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3txd4x/
Forged in war, proven in silence.
Your absence weighs heavier than any hull loss.
I awakened in the final days of YC111, beneath the light of Holy Amarr. Faith was not offered. It was enforced, and I survived it.
I founded I.M.A.C in a time when the cluster rewarded only violence and resolve. What began as a small assembly of capsuleers hardened into a three-hundred-strong null-sec corporation, sustained by blood, discipline, and attrition. Systems were taken without apology and held without illusion. Ships burned. Pilots adapted or vanished. Trust was rare, costly, and often fatal—but it was real.
Friendships were forged in the narrow space between survival and annihilation. Many were lost to war, others to time, silence, or exhaustion. One name endures beyond all others—Dannefan. Brother of the void. Proven under fire. Remembered not for words, but for presence. His absence remains heavier than any defeat.
I was later drawn into the ranks of the First Praetorian Guard. There, obedience outweighed survival, and restraint was learned through loss. We were not taught to seek glory, only to endure and execute. In that service, I learned that faith does not comfort—it sharpens.
I remain a citizen of the Amarr Empire, not by ceremony or declaration, but by persistence. Allegiance is not where one flies, but what one refuses to abandon.
In YC117, my chronicle ended without death. A catastrophic failure in clone activation severed continuity. Consciousness suspended. War ongoing. Empires shifting. I was neither alive nor reborn—only absent. The cluster continued without me, and my name faded into omission.
In YC128, the fault was corrected. The clone awakened. Memory intact. Sentiment diminished. Absence had tempered what war began.
Now I fly again, this time within the Caldari Militia. Not as a defector, nor a penitent, but as a reminder. The State values efficiency. It will learn resolve. Victory is not calculated — it is imposed, paid for in hulls, bodies, and time.
Amarr victor!
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3txd4x/