Name: Charraz (Cha'z)

Gender/Age: male, 18

Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper (squire), Rider impressed at WU WEYR

Dragon if any: Impressed BRONZE UNAYTH at Wu Weyr!

Relatives/Family: none present

Location: Alabaster Crafthall

Physical Description: 5'9", 130, wiry and long limbed, dark brown skin, no hair, shaved head. Bright hazel brown eyes (very pretty on his skin). Wears the most obnoxious clothing ever made, including tights of random colors, and large oversized tunics. He has a quick smile and a friendly face, a voice that is airy and nice.

Emotional/Mental Description: A fun guy, always up on the latest trends in things since he often is counted on to relay messages to and from Holds. He knows that he must be the center of attention, regardless of how those other guys are faring. Loudmouthed, but rarely truly offensive to anyone, since no one really takes him seriously. He hates being left out of things, so the easiest way to attract his attention is to look like you're ignoring him.

Skills: Is very literate, and has his own form of shorthand which he only uses for himself. He remembers names and faces so well that he often gets called upon to recite who showed to a party and who didn't. He can always be counted on to keep quiet when dealing with Alabaster knowledge, a feat which doesn't at first seem likely. He was surprised to be Searched, but he will devote himself to that task of raising and riding if he does Impress.

History: Always around art and history, Alabaster's Harper hall is a busy place for a young boy to begin his life. He was entranced by the stories the harpers would tell, and soon could tell them himself. He does not have a particularly good singing voice, but his writing skills are unmatched.  He will still seek out a Lady or Craft mistress for a wife, and hopes that he will be allowed such a luxury in this time of Threadfall.

Notes and Special Information: he has an old soul, it seems almost as if he remembers things that happened before he was born, long before.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: he has a fire lizard named Quest, a bronze. He also owns the tackiest set of clothing on the planet.

Charraz sat back in the chair and scratched his bald head. "It's too hot to think," he said to Quest, who chittered in response. "You want to what? Go outside and swim? That sounds great to me too!" He got up and was about to exit his room, when he nearly bumped into someone. It was a rider, from the looks of him. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to..." he says, and then his eyes get kind of foggy. "Really? Well! I'm M'tsu, I ride green Onnath. We're on a Search and we stopped in at Alabaster because Onnath said she spotted something interesting. That may be you." Charraz's eyes widen. "Really?" He whispers. "Really." "Really," M'tsu laughs, "I get that a lot. Well, if you've got things you want to take with you, we can head off to the weyr immediately. There is a clutch on the sands." "Which sands are those, anyway?" Charraz asks, while looking back into his room. There, he begins grabbing clothing and putting them into a satchel. They are without a doubt the most hideously colored and patterened clothes M'tsu has EVER seen. "Oh, that would be Wu Weyr." "That isn't near by, is it?" "It doesn't matter on dragon back," M'tsu winks. "Well then I'd better tell the Lord Holder I'm off, too." Charraz says, and packs a number of charcoal pencils and wherhides for practicing his artistry. "You do that, I'm going to see if anyone else here is worth Searching..." M'tsu bows and then tells Charraz to meet him outside, near the dragon. Charraz finishes up packing, and then smiles broadly. "I've been Searched!" He says to Quest. "How's that for a hot day's activity!"

It was not a long wait at all, for Charraz and the other candidates at Wu. Barely a sevenday went by, and the announcement went up, the eggs were hatching! As usual in this small Weyr, the hatching had been in two parts, and this the second of them. The group of candidates gathered, and watched as a green and brown egg's collided and opened each other. One of the other Protectorate men, Arcinio, apparently Impressed right away, to the brown! What a good sign for the weyr and the Protectorate! But it was a while before several other eggs hatched, and they came in fits and starts to the happy people around them. Charraz got a lump in his throat. What if he didn't Impress? He'd been searched, but he realized that was no guarantee that he'd come away with a dragon! Of course you will, said a warm, amber colored voice in his head. Of course, because you have impressed me! I am Unayth, and I am yours forever. "A b-- a bro-- a bronze dragon! Mine?!" Charraz exclaimed, as others looked on. For the first time in the harpers life, he was practically speechless! You may oil me, now, the dragon bespoke. And feed me too. Yes. Food. That would be it. In that order. Food, then clean and oil. And sleep. Your name is too long, Cha'z. Now I've found you a new one. You will keep it won't you? "Of course I will, Unayth! It's me all over! Just like you!"

Quest chirped at the dark skinned man as he slept. Finally having had enough, the flit let off a little "humph" noise and went to the larger room beside the man's sleeping chamber at Wu Weyr. Once inside the huge cavern, Quest rose into the air and circled another sleeping head, but this time that head opened its eyes and answered. I know, he sleeps very late today. I do not know why, my little friend. The dragon spoke clearly and warmly, and then realized that Quest wanted the rider's attention. So Unayth slithered his long neck along the floor of the weyr, so his head was very near the small door. His great eye whirled in a mischevious shade of yellow-blue-yellow. Then the great bronze bellowed out so loudly as to rouse every dragon ever gone between!

"AAAHGH!!" Cha'z yelled, suddenly out of bed and almost clinging to the ceiling! "What was THAT for? I'll never hear right again!" The dragon beyond the doorway chuckled and bespoke much more quietly, Quest reminds me that you are supposed to take me back to your Weyrhold now. I am grown, you see? The bronze moved his leg and tried to stretch, but this smallish weyr was great for a youngling. But not to a fully grown and flight-ready bronze! "That's right! I've been summoned back. I hear there are lots of riders coming in now. I've a betting mind to throw some marks down that no one thought I'd be coming back with a bronze!" You did not think you would Impress me? "You, yes, but ... it's always good to remember your place in the weyr. Here, you're a good sized bronze... I don't know about home." Shall we find out? They gathered their things, and finally went home to Alabaster!