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Dr Eliot Annie
Character information
  1. Alias
    Annie
  2. Mental
    Healthy
  3. Date of birth
    1988-08-22 (30 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    San Francisco
  5. Nationality
    North American
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  7. Languages
    English
  8. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Hair
    Short/Brown
  2. Eyes
    Green/Blue
  3. Equipment
    Maps, notes, diary, pencils, broken camera.
  4. Occupation
    Historian

Background

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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