Ellis was born to immigrant parents in the US, his mother being Italian and his father Irish. He had a good, somewhat strict upbringing in the boroughs of New York. He was ok in school, not particularly bright or dumb, and never really excelled at anything. When his high school graduation rolled around he went straight into the automotive business as a mechanic, he somewhat enjoyed working with his hands and wasn't sure where he wanted to go with his life and thought it would be a good stop gap. After working several years at a Volvo dealer he was getting bored and restless, he wanted to see a bit of the world, enjoy the outdoors and make new friends. He took some time off work and booked a week long holiday to Chernarus, thinking he could go hiking, and fishing and maybe meet some locals and form those friendships he wished for.
The holiday was just what he needed, he got his fill of the outdoors, spending the whole week out in the wilderness, camping and hiking. Upon his return to civilisation, everything was in chaos. People attacking each other, screaming and yelling. He realised something wasn't quite right and retreated back into the woods, where he attempted to find another town. At some point whilst searching for a town he smashed his compass and became lost in the wilderness, spending 2 weeks searching for civilisation. Upon his return to it the town he found seemed nearly abandoned, a few corpse littering the streets, and burning vehicles and buildings. This was the start of his story of survival, he quickly learned that any "humans" he saw hunched over or jittery weren't Human anymore, he took to calling them "shakers" so called because of they're jittering and erratic movements.
He set up camps near towns and would live there for a couple months till things seemed too hot to handle and then he'd move on to the next town to rinse and repeat. And that's how he thought his life would be, nomadic and directionless. That was until he stumbled upon the Altar radio station. After a short inspection for supplies he discovered the radio equipment seemed functional but powerless. Most of the CDs were missing or smashed and the whole place was a mess. He disregarded it at first but as he was moving on to the town to the east a thought kept gnawing at him 'Maybe I could start that old station up'.
Whilst scavenging the town he discovered a couple of decent car batteries, and an old CD in the glove box of a van, with the name "Alexei" scribbled on it in marker. As he stared at the CD, he realised that music was a rarity these days. One couldn't just turn on the radio, or load up a song on iTunes. He stood there, staring at the CD for what felt like hours before he finally decided to head back up to the station. Carefully pocketing the CD he fetched the couple car batteries to lug back up with him to the station. he hooked them upto the grid, fiddled with the breaker box abit, and was rewarded with a gentle green glow from the box. Heading into the broadcasting booth the equipment was somewhat self explanatory. There was alot of buttons and sliders that he couldnt figure out, but he figured out where to put the CDs and how to broadcast and that was enough for him.
Carefully slotting the CD into the equipment he pressed the broadcast button and a little panel with 'ON AIR' on it lit up. "This is DJ Dusty broadcasting on channel.." He pauses slightly as he scans the equipment and see a small screen displaying '87.8'. "87.8! Your home for music on, uh... ALTAR RADIO! Our First set comes courtesy of a bloke named Alexei! If you're out there friend, this ones for you." As he finishes his impromtu intro he hits the play button near where he slotted the CD and a classic rock song jolts to life, with slight skipping, and a bit of static.