User:Florick Wilco

My name is Ricky Wilco, born Florick Evian Ariadoc in 189 A.U. My father, Remy Ariadoc, was a captain under the Commonwealth during the Skytopian Civil War, with an element of fighter pilots under his command. However, he abandoned his post when he learned that my mother was pregnant with me. Charged with cowardice, desertion, and dereliction of duty, one of the last edicts of the failing Commonwealth government was to sentence him to death by firing squad as an example to those who would shirk their duties. My father's former wingmates, at great risk to themselves, smuggled my mother and father to a small far-out skyland where my family could live in exile.

At first, life was difficult. My parents survived entirely on the rare supply runs from my father's friends. However, with the dissolution of the Commonwealth, our supplies no longer had to be procured via clandestine means, and we could finally turn our little skyland into a home. My idyllic childhood is filled with memories of helping my mother in the garden or building some extension to the house with my father. Three years ago, my father expressed his desire for me to go out and see the world, enrolling me in the Echo Flight School. I left my home with one of my father's wingmates and it was on her suggestion that I changed my name. It turns out that my father chose my mother over an arranged marriage with a powerful and wealthy family in Skytopia, a move that left them stung and insulted. If they caught news that an Ariadoc still lived, they would dog me for sure until I am but bones in the sea.

I graduated from flight school with decent grades. Fresh to the world, I contemplated what I would do with my life. Remembering the hardships my parents endured waiting for supplies, I promised myself that I would be like my father's benefactors. Now, I deliver small amounts of supplies with haste, enough to bring some semblance of hope to those in need until someone more competent than I can provide lasting succor.