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Anya Petrov
Character information
  1. Alias
    "Just Anya is fine"
  2. Mental
    Would you be alright if everything sucked but you kept on smiling?
  3. Morale
    Just smile through the pain baby, if everyone else is happy you're happy
  4. Date of birth
    1987-01-23 (36 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    St Petersburg
  6. Nationality
    Formerly Soviet, Currently Norwegian
  7. Ethnicity
    Slavic Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English, Very little Russian (She was very young)
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    no surviving, maybe her showoff cop brother but she's not holding out hope
  11. Religion
    Eastern Orthodox (previously) Catholic (currently)


  1. Height
    160 cm
  2. Weight
    58 kg
  3. Build
    Average at best, not lean but not fat
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Likely scratched in a few places but otherwise very unassuming
  8. Equipment
    Very basic equipment a security guard or civilian would use, likely outdated soviet body armor she bought secondhand and a civilian legal Slavic rifle, her best weapon would be her service sidearm that she wore and never needed in her pre-collapse life, she'd wear jeans and some kind of military jacket possibly with Russian woodland digital on it with a striped soviet naval undershirt beneath she got from her papa
  9. Occupation
    Security Guard (previously) General nuisance and friendly neighborhood scav (current)
  10. Affiliation
    Nobody yet, whoever picks her up and can stand her the longest
  11. Role
    Optimist and live bait/human shield


Anya is an ex "private security officer" (basically a mall cop but she'll never admit to it!) who moved to Norway with her parents after the fall of the soviet union in 1991 and took up prepping as a hobby after growing up in and receiving a job in Chernogorsk. She never actually expected the downfall of modern civilization to come until it actually did, she has been hiding out in her makeshift bunker for years maintaining herself with a basic fitness regime and a balanced (if overly preserved) diet. Dry fire practice has kept her aim sharp (she sure as hell hopes) and reloading drills ensure she's quite familiar with her basic civilian firearm and quite comfortable (or at least able to move decently. comfortably is a stretch) in her outdated lightweight body armor. However all good things can't last forever and her humble abode has finally run out of food and water, considering one can't eat bullets and news paper doesn't taste very good the time had finally come to face whatever is out there or starve... (or die trying but we don't think about such things. In fact she's trying not think about starving at all) An urbanite since birth her first instinct was to search the local buildings for packaged food and bottled water but when that turned out to be about as useful as panhandling in front of a gulag she became more desperate, straying further from the law and her human decency to make ends meet and put food in the safehouse. From breaking and entering to armed robbery (she still feels awful) to swiping morsels from the church offerings (she prays for forgiveness in her desperate times) poor Anya had it rough without any skills hunting, fishing or farming. She's survived through sheer dumb luck and the goodwill of others for the most part, the rest of her good fortune has been through her shining optimism. No matter how grim the situation she's grinning and coming up with a pragmatic solution (or at least a hopeful one if she's truly fucked) a devout believer in the goodness of humanity she'll naturally want to trust everyone and has to actively look out not to when someone's trying to get the better of her. Luckily her optimistic nature has net her more friends than foes who'd take advantage in a situation like this. Even if some of them disappeared, or betrayed her, or took advantage of her anyways, but she doesn't focus on that because it makes her sad and that just won't do. She typically doesn't keep the best gear for herself, splitting the spoils amongst those who've helped her earn it earns her the most satisfaction and she's the first to offer you the last mag and tell you to make it count, need a light? She's got you. Need a smoke? Bum one off Anya. Need just one more ruble for that new scope? Anya likes being spotter anyways. Most would call her a sucker or a dead woman walking but she's an alley cat nowhere near her ninth life and she's going to hold her head high amidst the gunfire and explosions to prove it, even if everyone around her is yelling at her to duck. 


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