Orphaned too young to remember their parents or care much Ricky's earlier memories were of being passed around between a few different relatives, which was where their collection of names began. Some did not care for a child and passed him off as soon as they could, some tried but could not afford to take care of them, or were put off by the quiet, listening child with a wide smile. One day while spending time at the docks she saw a chance to join up with a sailing crew who were looking for a small pair of hands. He lied about his age even then and the ship didn't notice or choose not to call them out.

A life of adventure! Sailing ships, fighting the monsters that dwell Below! Saving handsome lads and lasses, maybe even earning one's favour. That's the life Ricky thought they would get being a sailor upon a ship, however reality proved to be different. The ship that hired them was a supply ship, simply taking safe routes between the mountain and sky cities, delivering everyday goods. The most exciting occurrence was the rare occasion they picked up some delicacies by request, maybe some sugar loaves, maybe even a charming mousse cake, and the crew quietly siphoned some of the "damaged" goods off for themselves to feast on.

As the years passed and Ricky settled into their life they forgot their longing for excitement and were happy with the comradery shared between their crew. She learned quickly how to get along with the others, and that exaggerations earned more praise than the truth. And they still had the fun of climbing high on the ship's mast, the limited freedom the life of a sailor gave her, decent pay for their position, and some extra pocket money even from selling "extra cargo": smaller goods that would be easily missed in the large hold. At least what Ricky assumed would be easily missed, but then he has never been the best judge of these things. Still, she rarely got in trouble, her silver tounge getting him out of situations that their impulsive nature got them in. And so life went on, and it was not she had wanted, but it was good for what it was.

But eventually things began to fall apart. The "small" goods became larger and larger. Their excuses and charm only worked so many times. And then an accident happened that Ricky will tell as many things, maybe saving a fellow crew member from a Sky Shark, maybe battling a Roc, but really was just a slip up, and unfortunate catch of the rope. Their leg was broken, and never healed properly, not working as it once did and giving him chronic pain, no longer as suited for her agile job. He could have pulled through of course but their commanding officer was already looking for a reason to send the trouble-stirring Ricky away and took this chance as it was given. Ricky was offered a ride home, a small severance for their years of service and things ended as suddenly as they began. They were left with rushed goodbyes, any history brushed aside from the closest friends Ricky had ever had, all alone at the dock of the town she barely remembered.

They had meager savings but with his severance, along with some extra money they earned working odd jobs in the town or from telling their stories in the tavern, she managed to get by. Ricky's tales get taller with every monotonous lonely day as their money slowly runs dry. Oh and he's had some strange dreams lately but well, no stranger than usual.