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The Brat

Name: Zarike
Age: 13(As of 7/16/13)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft/Rank: Candidate
History: Born to riders at Trine, Zarike was raised in the creche for his first few turns of life. At the age of 4 he began schooling with the other weyrbrats. He quickly proved that while he was energetic and rather fearless, he had a quick mind and a passion for learning. He and his teacher, Hyasin, bonded quickly and it only took a couple turns before he was fostered by the older Harper. He moved from the creche to Hyasin's quarters in the weyr's crafter complex and four turns now they've lived together as father and son, close as anyone could ask.

When the revolution struck Hyas had taken Zarike and the other children out into the woods for a field trip while the rest of the weyr was out at the demonstration. It was lucky that he had done so, he was able to move them deeper into the woods and shelter them until the returning riders reclaimed their home.

(See Hyasin's history for a more detailed account)

Description: Coming from good rider stock, Zarike is already displaying the broad shoulders and long limbs of a man born for an active lifestyle. He has shaggy brown hair that constantly falls into his blue eyes. His skin is brown like most southern pernese, burnt golden by the sun. Zarike looks like he's never seen the inside of a building with a tan like that. He's almost always covered by smudges of dirt, twigs in his hair and scuffs and scrapes on every inch of exposed skin.

Personality: Zarike's fearless, nothing intimidates this young boy. You can't bully or threaten him into doing what you want. Instead kindness is the best route to take. Be kind to him and he'll return the favor, be cruel and watch out. Zarike doesn't tolerate bullies no matter how big. He has a noble heart and will always stand up for the little guy, the underdog, even if he himself is no match for his opponent. He believes the world should be fair to everyone. More than once he's come to another child's defense with his fists. He's small but quick and ferocious when provoked. He won't stop until his opponent does, but then he'll back off quickly. He doesn't really want to hurt anyone.

Zarike's terribly curious about the world. He likes watching adults at their work and helping if he's allowed. If not he'll ask questions for as long as his subject holds his attention. He's not afraid to talk to anyone be they human, dragon, wher, or even the Weyrleader's and Lord Holder's themselves. Some might find it annoying or others cute, but he's very earnest and serious when doing so.

He's still young enough for naivety and believes you're innocent and a good person until you prove otherwise. He's quick to trust others and devastated when that trust is broken.

He does hate being kept waiting. Things should happen Now, not Later. He'll get frustrated and even angry fairly quick when something doesn't happen fast enough for him. He'll dive headlong into something recklessly rather than wait for a solid plan or more information. Sitting still and quiet is hard if he's not being entertained by something.

Other: While he's fostered by Hyasin, his parents are alive and glad for the removal of responsibility. They're not uncaring, just busy with their own lives as riders.

Firelizards

Green Terra
Age: Hatchling (as of 5/9/12)
Obtained: Belated nameday gift given to him by Hyasin
Flights:
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Crimson Dorado
Age: Hatchling (as of 10/14/12)
Obtained: Reward for helping a Journeywoman clean up after the revolution.
Flights:
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Hyasin was working on a lesson plan for the next sevenday. He'd taken it upon himself to keep the children of the creche on as normal as possible of a schedule in the aftermath of the Revolution. It wasn't easy now that their number had effectively tripled, but he loved his work and cared to much to just let it slip by. His concentration was shattered by the shrill cry from the other room.

"DAD!"

He leapt out of his chair fear gripping his heart. Had the wherhandlers attacked again? He'd never heard such fear in his son's voice.

The scene Hyasin stumbled upon was almost laughable in it's comparison to his terrified imaginings. The aging harper took a shakey breath and slumped against the doorway. "Oh Zarike..."


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The eleven turn old boy stood there, an unfamiliar panic in his bright blue eyes as he held the tiny rocking flit egg up to his father. His little green flit Terra perched on his arm and chittered with confusion and mirrored anxiety. "Dad! It won't hatch! It's been rocking for EVER but it's not hatching! Dad!" He was almost in tears. He'd worked hard for that egg but that was beside the point. Zarike had nothing he could break the egg with short of dropping it on the ground or slamming it with a book. He didn't want to hurt the hatchling inside but he also didn't want it to die in the shell!

"Easy Zarike. It'll be ok. We'll get him out of there don't worry." If it hadn't been clear before that the itty bitty egg held an atypical, it was crystal now. Zarike pushed the egg into his foster father's hands and followed the Harper back into his bedroom. Hyasin was calm, now that he knew it was no real emergency. "Go grab your bowl of scraps son, you'll want to be ready when it's out."

He wasn't one to carry a knife around with him but he had just the tool for the job anyways. As Zarike ran out to get his flitter food and back, Hyasin retrieved his sand tray and stylus. The clay writing utensil was usually only used for drawing lines in the damp sand within the tray but it was solid and decently heavy. The eggs movements were already starting to slow but Hyasin kept his breathing light as he steadied it with one hand, and rapped the shell sharply with the flat of the tool.

Zarike watched, his anxiety evolving into excitement again as his father's efforts made a web of cracks in the shell's outer layer. "C'mon...you can do it. Hatch!" He encouraged as he saw movement under the exposed membrane.

Hyasin put the stylus down and tried to pry at some of the shell shards stuck over the hole. "Here. My fingers are too big Zarike, see if Terra won't get in there and pry those off. Show her how." Hyasin stepped back. He wasn't sure what color it was but it's short quick movements meant it was still trying.

Terra at Zarike's bidding crawled down to the egg, sniffing it and tilting her head back up at him and chirping. This was Not Done. "Terra please! Look just do this!" His smaller fingers had better luck than Hyasin's as he managed to peel a few fragments away from the membrane but he couldn't pierce the covering himself. The hatchling within seemed to be in the wrong position to help either.

Terra chirped again but with a scratch on her eye ridges she put her front paws on the shell and began to scratch at the broken edges. Little pieces flaked off but eventually a gush of egg fluid flowed over the desk as the membrane was broken. The tiny little hatchling within gave her first creel, eyes whirling as red as her hide. "A Crimson! Dad look! She gave me a crimson!" Zarike pointed excitedly.

"Well go on feed her quickly! She's not going to be as easy as Terra was!" Hyasin kept his distance and watched his son Impress the crimson with a touch of pride. He didn't have a judgmental bone in his body, it was something he loved about the boy. Zarike would take care of this little flit just as he did with the youngest of the children in the creche.