[hider Dr. Rico Valdez]


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Adventure.


The Mojave wasteland changed in many ways over the past year. Gone are the days where bear and bull would dictate what was wrong and what was right. Gone were the days people questioned who to support and who to run away from. Now? The question is rebuilding. The Courier has a character is interesting and mysterious as rumours fly, as he sits on-top of his throne - The Lucky 38. Watching over life and his new people. People who look to rebuild, look to finally expand and finally breath. They can breath knowing that the future, for now is at-least certain, is guaranteed 

Yet this time of change and rebuilding brings questions. Questions that sometimes can’t be answered with a simple response or reply. Books won’t help and talking won’t help either. The only way to quench these questions? Through adventure.

Rico Valdez, a thirty something doctor hailed from one of the most prestigious “doctor” families in the wasteland, the Valdez’s. Their compound was known to be one of the best places to get treated, and they were often preferred by the rich/elite since the Follower’s were flooded with everyone else in-between. The compound was a ways off and provided privacy to people who needed it. You had rich families who often wanted their kids off chems. To perform abortions and have no trace of that procedure being done. Some just wanted facial work done and to be reborn again. 

Yet unlike his counterparts, Rico didn’t desire to stay in the compound. You see he’s always had that desire for adventure, desire to see the world and shape the world beyond the walls of the compound and beyond the surgeon bed. For many years he grappled with his inner desires and thought about them in-depth. He at first though it would be a phase where he could just grow out of, shake off. But as time went on he yearned for that thirst in adventure, he read books, saw the courier - a unknown figure rise to nobility and power. He heard about the tales of his feats and his conquests and his thirst for adventure only grew bigger.

This all came to a head one day where he talked with the family’s patriarch, and Rico’s uncle - Sammy. Sammy was a stout man who wanted to keep the Valdez name alive and engrained in the annuals of history. Now, some of the Valdez clan has expanded out before but they eventually come back to the compound. Or they pay tribute to the compound once and awhile. Sammy ruled the family and the compound like a dictator. He did have people’s interest in minds and understood feelings, plus made sure no one did anything that they didn’t want to do. But on the topic of “leaving the compound” his stance was clear, unless you have a good reason to? You ain’t going.

At first Rico understood that stance, he even supported it. The wasteland is a cruel place right? Who would want to explore it? What is there to gain? But as time went on his desire and passion to see the world outside the metal walls of the compound grew. It reached a breaking point one night. Rico packed his bag and grabbed his trusty tri-beamed laser rifle. He looked up to his uncle and simply asked him “May I leave to explore, get it out of my system uncle?” 

The conversation went..rather civil then Rico would of thought. Sammy had noticed Rico’s increasing uneasy behaviour and desire to explore. Like Rico, he thought it would be a phase and Rico would come around but.. it wasn’t. He debated with other older heads of the family internally for weeks and weeks before deciding, there and then he’d let Rico leave. His reasoning? He wouldn’t want Rico to runaway and disgrace the Valdez name, nor to incite unease in the compound. So he decided to let him leave, but Sammy told Rico that if he had done anything to disgrace the family legacy, to disgrace the Valdez name? He’d personality fund a hit squad to eliminate Rico. 

With that statement, Rico grabbed some key items. His gun, a back with various survival tools and gear, and a medical doctors bag as well as some chem and stimpacks if needed. From that day forward, he’d fulfill his desire to see the world, to learn more about the world but most of all, attempt to quench various questions brewing in his brain.

He went by Dr. Valdez to many, and to the people he knows? He went by Rico. It didn’t take long until he got himself in with a promising group, that planned to head east. To build and fulfill the courier’s wishes of another free-state, of another city. Finally, Rico could taste the life of an adventurer [/hider]