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Anatoly Petrenko
Character information
  1. Mental
    Mercantile and materialistic/Always willing to help for a price
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1996-07-16 (23 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Moscow, Russia
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Religion
    Unorthodox Christian


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    79 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown - Medium
  5. Eyes
    Dark Brown
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    A tattoo of a skull on his right shoulder with text down his forearm "Меня может отрепетировать только отряд расстрела."
  8. Occupation
    Сухопутные войска Российской Федерации (Ground Forces of the Russian Federation)
  9. Affiliation
    Russian Ground Forces - 200-я отдельная мотострелковая бригада
  10. Role
    Combat Medic


Anatoly was born and raised in Moscow mostly by his grandmother. She had quite a bit of money and a few apartments to rent out in the central part. He didn't get much of the cash just like that though. He always had to do something to get rewarded. Get great grades, help with this and that. That system of raising a kid did work good on him, but it also turned him into finding ways to make easier and faster money. Eventually that formed a certain complex in him - he rarely did a free favor, even for his closest of friends. The idea of a "free lunch" was absolutely removed from his mindset. Nothing was free, no matter what. It had to be a really generous and happy day for him to show such behaviour.

Education was swift for him, just like he wanted it. In highschool his grades were high and he showed an exemplary affinity to the English language, much to his dismay. The other in his class did not approve of it, jealousy being only half of it. The many conflicts between the americans and russians still held a grip on many, making them dislike everything associated with the USA, language included. Attemps at bullying were made against him, dragging him into frequent fights often ending in a draw. But that had little effect on his education and life in general. He did not care at all. Eventually he got out of high school successfuly and with the desired results. A good turning point in his life he would think, so many opportunities, until his grandmother died months after his graduation.

A portion of her wealth as well an apartment in a good spot in Moscow was inherited by him. He was left with absolute freedom and so many choices to make. He had to attend the military after graduation, naturally. All people after highschool had to serve a minimum of twelve months. Avoiding this consciption was otherwise punishable by a two year imprisonment. The choice was simple and he did. During these twelve months he was send to the 2014 Crimean conflict. It was a new and shocking thing for Anatoly to experience war first hand, even if the said war had little to no casualties or combat involved.

Once he finished his military service he went to study biology and wished to become a renowed surgeon. He was blessed with steady hands and precision, besides his English affinity he also showed talent in biology. What motivated him further was his time spend in Crimea as a soldier. The highest casualties there were not among the soldiers or any of both militaries but in fact the civillians and one could see himself being in their place, had they been not lucky to be born elsewhere, in a more pleasant enviroment. He was more than willing to become what he wanted and studied vigorously throughout the years, leaving time only for the handful of friends he made during his highschool years.

As he was about to finish the Moscow university, things started to shift in an unpleasant direction. He watched little television, but learning of what was coming to Chernarus and other countries was inevitable. As things got worse, he was conscripted once more as the need for higher military strenght became apparent. He though that he would meet another usual war, filled with strife and death on both sides.

He became a part of the regiment guarding the borders, the one bordering Chernarus to be more precise. One day as his shift was nearing a small section of infected neared the fence. He stood in awe and shock as he saw badly bloodied people - some missing limbs, others with heavy wounds that normally would kill a person, bullet wounds, cuts and sharp objects stuck in them. He watched them as they moved forward, the megaphone warnings of his outpost ignored by their now defeaned ears and absent minds. The moment they reached a certain distance, their assault began and their rabid movements suddenly shifted in a rapid advance. Anatoly deeply knew inside what had to be done, trying to steady his hands on his assault rifle and aim at the horrors moving relentlessly. The killing of the small numbers of already dead was quick. His mind shattered after what he witnessed and what he realized he had done. The first time to shoot at someone.

Weeks into the chaos and downfall of mankind his unit was dispatched further as reports showed no infected in the area ahead of them, nor any Chernarussian defence forces. It was time Russia attempted to make a small advance onto Chernarussian soil. As they neared the area of Severograd, a surprise attack by infected from inside the city began on them. The section of 9 people that his unit was, got surrounded and swarmed in an instant. They sought retreat outside the city. But as the withdrawal was in progress, his team began getting torn apart, the worst coming from the attempt in breaking thought the encirclement of the dead. Seperated, his survival instinct and the reality of what was happening showed him there was no salvation for his comrades. Running as much as he could he ended up in a forest with a few infected chasing after him, the gunfire of the others slowly fading due to distance and lives lost. The remaining magazine of his Kalashnikov he fired into the ones chasing him, slowing them down to the point he managed to get out of their sight.

He hid inside a building in an unknown town, regaining his composure and breath. The radio was silent, none of his team managed to make it out alive, or with a radio at least. But he knew that losing hope now would only get him this far. With a set of new goals in mind he picked up his remaining weaponry - a standard Makarov - and set his eyes on the new and unknown country of Chernarus.


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