Ricky Ricketts was born in the slums of Balham in South London to a chav of a father and an uneducated, drug addict of a mother. Because of his low socioeconomic class, he never ventured out much or pursued any real form of education past primary school, leaving him with a ignorant personality and very mild book intelligence, yet thanks to the crew of ragamuffins he ran with as an adolescent, he did acquire a series of street smarts when it came to hustling, stealing and fighting.
After a eight month stint in juvenile hall, Ricky ran into a member of one of the Boy$ from the End$, a gang of like minded individuals who shared a common interest with him: alcohol, violence, bodacious bimbo breasts and football. After a local football club was supposed to play a match against a Russian team in Russia, the gang gathered the idea to go in attendance and watch, with the hopes of even scoring some Russian cheeks in the afterparty. He had initially bought some unknown drugs in pill form from some sketchy Russian dealer before the party, and with no way to convince his friends to try them before he did he blended them into mixed drinks that he and his friends were to eventually drink. Ricky was one of the first to go down before the rest of his friends blacked out. The party was wild, however when Ricky awoke, he found himself in the foreign land of Chernarus aboard a party bus laying on its side. With little clue of the native culture and language, he did what any other south Londoner would do in his disposition: Find alcohol, and act as ignorant as possible with the rest of his companions, with the hopes of forging a new home for them in Chernarus, until they can eventually return back to their original streets.