Alexander "Alex" Ellis was born in London UK to his British American father Thomas and Sweden Finn mother Anna. Alex's father was a drunk and died shortly after Alex's tenth birthday in a car accident while driving under the influence. He spent most of his formative years in London and his mother's hometown Göteborg. They would also occasionally travel to Helsinki to visit his mother's relatives for a few weeks where he would learn bits and pieces of Finnish. From a young age, he was very caring and helpful to everyone he met.
Once Alex finished his lower education, he embarked on a journey to become a doctor. He studied abroad in Sweden and Finland and ultimately specialized in addiction psychiatry. After graduating, he worked in Helsinki and London as a psychiatrist mainly working in addiction psychiatry at several institutions and hospitals. After a few years of working, he slowly started developing an addiction of his own. On rough evenings and nights, he wouldn't go home but could be found at the local pub drinking. He never had a long lasting serious relationship, so he felt quite lonely at home. The pub was his escape from loneliness and he would make a lot of friends there, both in London and Helsinki.
Alex loved to travel, so he took a lot of time off his work to travel across Europe in the summer almost every year. He also attended a few conferences regarding his field of medicine. One of these conferences happened to be held in Novigrad, Chernarus, right around the time of the infection spreading. After the conference, he was stuck in Chernarus as the modes of transport started shutting down because of the infection. He followed the situation closely and fled to the wilderness after chaos ensued in the large cities. He would go on traveling across the country and settling down at some locations trying to help those in need. He even worked at a few somewhat functional clinics manned by a few nurses and doctors that were left alive after the apocalypse. His services were in quite high demand as addiction problems after the collapse of society, were running rampant, not to mention the other mental health issues contributing to the addiction problems.
Alex found himself going from a clinic to another trying to do his best to help anyone need in help. He also had a quite long career of working at a field hospital after skirmishes between different militant factions started happening. After seeing enough gunshot wounds and getting caught in the middle of the conflicts going around in the areas, Alex began his journey to South-Zagoria.
In South-Zagoria Alex heard a broadcast about a group of doctors going around the area and trying to help everyone. Alex did not yet know how violent and busy the area of South-Zagoria was, but he was about to find out. He got in contact with Dr. River, the leader of the doctors and started helping him and the other medics around. He was quite happy about finally finding a place to settle down at for a while, but he was still hopelessly drunk almost every night and somehow stumbled through every day trying to help patients. He had a few patients who he had therapy sessions with and he also managed to help in several surgeries.
He had seen a lot of fighting west of South-Zagoria, but it quickly became apparent to him how much fighting was happening within the area. Constant gunfights, hostage situations, torture, executions, war, you name it. Even a functional prison manned by psychopaths who were a constant threat to the doctors and medics. He treated one of the group members after a traumatic kidnapping to the prison island and was making great process with her until she went back to her kidnappers and none of his colleagues had heard of her ever since. All of this took a toll on Alex and he kept drinking quite a lot until finally he decided to leave the area after the others in the loosely tied together group went their own ways.
Alex decided to head up North through Russia to another clinic that he had heard of helping out in a more peaceful area. The clinic he found had not broadcasted on the radio in a while and as he arrived he noticed why. The smell was just about what you would expect from a huge mass grave that the former clinic had become. From what he heard later, a Russian aligned faction had attacked the clinic for treating their enemies and slaughtered everyone inside. He told himself that he had seen worse, but seeing what was left of the clinic took a toll on him. He got a ride from an old friend to Ukraine where his friend had worked at a functional hospital.
Upon arriving to the hospital in Terebovlya, the sight was quite different than in Russia. The hospital was fully functional, and had a lot of people queued at the door. Alex entered the hospital with his friend and got a shared office with a young doctor called Dr. Robinson, who was leading surgery efforts at the hospital. He and Alex got well along and as the hospital already had a large department of psychiatry, Alex was assigned to assist Dr. Robinson in surgery. Alex had had a fair amount of experience doing surgery to treat bullet wounds and other wounds that one would often face in a conflict. Dr. Robinson and Alex worked together extensively and treated more patients in a day than Alex had ever treated, and still the queues at the hospital door were quite long. The surrounding areas were quite full of conflict where casualties were commonplace. The hospital in Terebovlya was the largest functional hospital in the area and hence many patients were brought to them from the frontlines and other villages. After seeing enough blood for a while, Alex left Terebovlya and Dr. Robinson behind to travel North again, this time heading through Poland to Livonia.