"Tyrants come and go. What people do with their spare time is what shapes the future."
Role
Bronze
Age
21
Gender
Male
Physical Description
About average height, weighs deceptively more than what shows. He's slim with long muscles built from working on the factory floor most of his life. As such he bears calloused hands and is usually spotted with oil, grease and other mechanical fluids. He has straight black hair and somewhat light brown eyes. Generally he prefers to wear cheap dark clothing so stains don't show as clearly. He does however have a white coat he keeps relatively clean in case of a rainy day or if he needs to look somewhat respectable.
Personality
Ricker does not understand the revolution. In one sense he can understand the logical progression. In another he himself has lived the life of a bronze class citizen and has witnessed the cruelty of the golds rule first hand. Despite knowing the plight of the revolutionaries too well he has never thought of this tyranny as anything other than the inherent nature of civilization itself. The bronze revolution may have his support, but they might never have his sympathy.
This being said, Ricker himself is not all bad. He can be quite relaxed, even when tension is high in the moods of everyone. Generally he is rather insightful and can be quite pleasant around good company. He rarely gets angry and even when he does he prefers to ignore it and move on rather than act with a hot head. The worse traits of his personality are most certainly related to his sense of amorality which goes to further blur the line of his already tenuous allegiance to the bronze revolution. His reasons for what he does are quite self-centered, looking to further his own goals before others.
Ultimately, he is a tinkerer. He is at his happiest on the job with his tools, building interesting new things and modifying already existing machines to his liking. This, although helpful to people who can use a mechanic, makes him difficult to relate to. Unless somebody else likes machines then there is little common ground to form bonds with him. Once a friend of his though he will not sell out those he cares about. There is little anyone can do to persuade him or even threaten him into betraying people he likes since he lives mostly in his head, the outside world taking a backseat to his constant imagination.
Thoughts About The War
Ricker serves his own cause. If the gold members hadn't exiled him from the city in the first place he wouldn't of gotten involved to begin with. As it is he sees the glimpses of the conflicts to come as an opportunity to do what he was unable to do before. With flying cities and biological manipulation on the chess board the possibilities are endless. He needs only time enough to see what he can make of them.
Skill(s)/Abilities
Technological intuition: Ricker has a knack for dealing with any kind of technology. From simple mechanisms and basic construction to more advanced technology and devices as intricate as fine clockwork he can adapt to most technology faster than most other people.
Mechanic: A majority of Ricker's experience has been repairing and building machines both during work and on his free time. He possesses a great deal of practical knowledge when it comes to dealing with large machines in particular. This experience can come in handy when reverse engineering technology that is larger in scale.
Pilot: Simply working with machines is one thing. Ricker takes his work with machines home and plays with it when he can. He has learned to drive an assortment of different machines from a simple chance to joy ride the fruits of his efforts. Additionally this experience in piloting new and exciting machines has taught him a method of approaching new controls which best helps him learn it without crashing violently.
Jury Rigger: Being from the poor neighborhood has taught Ricker how to make do without always having the tools he needs for the job. He is able to take ordinary household objects and turn them into the tools and components he needs at the time. It might not be pretty, or even safe to use all the time but it usually works.
Effective Searcher: A mechanic needs a lot of tools, often times so many that some things can get lost with relative ease. Ricker has had more than a fair share of practice looking for things he needs amongst all the other junk he has. This practice can come in handy even when looking for things that don't always belong to him.
Tough: Being a mechanic can be hard work, both mentally and physically. Living with little to no luxuries and working almost all the time at the factory has made him tougher over time. He's no hardened soldier but he still has formidable strength and constitution.
History
All his life Ricker has had a fascination with technology. He could not help but take things apart and see if he can put them back together again but better. This calling was answered in the form of the closest thing the golds would allow a bronze like him to take as a job: a factory repair man. Unlike his begrudging co-workers he put up with the daily toils working as a repair man at the automobile factory. One thing he would do to on the sly was occasionally pocket unneeded parts while he worked and take them home so he can make something of them. Among his many projects, his latest and by far his favorite was his prototype for a helicopter. With it he could fly down to the surface to search the ruins of the old civilization, learn about them and search for parts to take back up to the city and construct new devices. His little job benefit went unnoticed for quite a few years but eventually fate caught up to him.
The manager, a man from the lower rung of the golds society, caught Ricker pocketing a worn fuse he had just replaced. The manager took no pity in having Ricker fired, arrested and consequently exiled from the city. He didn't even get a chance to bring any of his machines or tools along. Those all got taken by the police and locked away as evidence. This disappointed Ricker but not for long. He is not the kind of guy to simply sit and mope about his losses. He scavenged what he could from the wreckage of the old society below the flying city and built himself a workshop so he could start building again. Now at the present he works for the bronze exiles, repairing their machines and building new ones for them to use. Some day he hopes to get back up into the city and get his stuff back.
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Love Interest
Nope. Too busy to bother.
Relationships
Gold:
Besides the manager at his old job he cannot say he has any connections to the gold class.
His thoughts:
"I cannot say I have any fondness for the golds whatsoever. I do not harbor any particular hatred for them either. All in all I'd rather not have to see a single one of them if I'm lucky."
Silver:
He knows as much about them as the rest of the revolutionaries would. Any of them on the revolutionaries side would most likely be using something he made for most missions.
His thoughts:
"Scientifically fascinating yet totally impractical in my opinion. Whoever thought it was a good idea to hand such random biological mutations to a bunch of youngsters instead of actual soldiers should not be allowed to even have this kind of technology in their hands. Despite all the stigma surrounding the silvers themselves though I don't judge whether or not they'll get along with me based on what they are but rather who they are."
Bronze:
He builds a lot of things as well as repairing whatever breaks to aid the exiles. Someone needs something fixed up? He's the guy to go to.
His thoughts:
"I don't particularly care much for them either. Sure I have less of a reason to dislike them like I dislike the golds but I do not have much of a reason to like them either. Bronzes are just people. If I don't like the person, I don't like the person. If I do like someone it doesn't matter whether they are bronze, silver or gold. I might be a bit more careful with the gold though."
Other
He usually carries his toolbox around with him. The toolbox is padlocked and the key is hidden underneath the sole of his work boots. He also carries a pencil and a small notebook on his person most of the time.