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Server time: 2019-05-19, 15:37
Dr Eliot Annie
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Date of birth
    1988-08-22 (30 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    San Francisco
  5. Nationality
    North American
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Religion


  1. Hair
  2. Eyes
  3. Equipment
    Maps, notes, diary, pencils, broken camera.
  4. Occupation


My name is Elliot Annie, but most call me Dr. Annie.

I was 28 when this whole thing started, living in San Francisco, California. I had just gotten my PhD in history and the 2009 civil war was the first major piece of history I had ever been around to see unfold and when it ended, I wanted to document the effect it had on Chernarus and its surrounding area. I did not think  that I would be part of the next infamous piece of history. When the outbreak started I had just heard from a local resident of Gvozdno that there was a forgotten military base just east of the town that was in tucked in the Black Mountains. I knew it had to be photographed. When I got there, it looked nothing like the abandoned bunker spoken about in town. There were armed gunsmen at every entrance. As I walked up, I was told to turn the other way and forget what I saw. While I was walking back I could hear screaming and crying from a neighboring town and I knew it had to due with what I had just witnessed at the base. Now I am an explorer, but a smarter one. Chernarus was still trying to get back on its feet and I knew it was in my best interest to walk the complete opposite direction. As I continued to walk, I would pass town after town that were completely empty and ransacked. My phone had been dead for hours and all I had left was my camera, a small knife, a water bottle, and a can of peaches. I had no idea what was happening and why everyone was suddenly gone. After what felt like days on my own, I finally met a man who had seem to have gone insane. He was grunting and appeared to be injured. I tried to save both of us to the best of my ability but he wouldn't stop trying to attack me so I made the conscious decision to stab him. Later on I would find out through various communications that he was not some rogue civilian but an infected corpse. Since then I have been roaming these lands, documenting what I see, taking as many pictures as I can, and trying to understand other survivors to the best of my capability. I have hope for the future. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.


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