Captain James Davies leads the Hazard team with a gritty smirk and a shift that makes most workaholics cringe. This moody 30 year old has spent 7 years seeking his place in the world, all of them behind the wheel of one of their rigs. He is quite the powerhouse when it comes to angles and materials information - his specialty is structure sciences. He spends an inordinate amount of time reading up on such things, but half the time he's also playing his electric guitar (without an amp while in the station) as a distraction.

Though James is a fairly attractive tall man with pale skin, dark brown hair cut in a fashionable way and dark blue eyes, he is moody enough that no woman would go near him unless she was a hopeless goth. He likes that in a person, so a string of moody young dyed-hair women have been seen around him. He and Thomas form the backbone of a band. They have groupies. James doesn't mention much about his home life, but both his parents are still alive and live in San Diego, along with his younger sister.

It always looks as though Captain Davies is up to something. Half the time, he is. You figure out which half, be sure to pass that along to the rest of the station.

James stood by and watched as classes started, and when he was called upon to perform a duty - in this case helping clear a room of firestone sacks - he did so with the efficiency that he'd always done. Moving these things was exactly like tossing sandbags, just as hard, grimy and sweaty as ever, only this stuff smelled slightly more.

Would they need a supply of this stuff to work at home? He thought about that as he worked. He could do two or three things at once, tossing firestone sacks and talk to someone about the wingsail question that was going to come up on their anatomy test, as well as pondering his home situation once they got back... All in a day's work. If he didn't think of three things to do, he felt bored...

At last, though, during a nice well-deserved lunch break, the hatching was announced. A long humming joined by all the dragons. He hummed along, perhaps surprising some of the locals. He caught a 'tune' in there somewhere...

A little green burst shell first, and while some people in the audience claimed that a bronze would have heralded a stronger clutch, it was said that a green would make a weyr (weir) grow. Good - now, where was his?

He wasn't impatient, no - not at all! He wanted to see what the others impressed. The green went first, followed by a brown, blue and another green. Each of them were what he thought of as perfect for their impressed. Then another blue, followed by yet a third green. That was mathmatically typical, he thought to himself.

While a bronze wing was visible from one egg, a blue hatched wary of the flailing limb. Suddenly the blue lept out, a guarded position near the bronze who seemed still wobbly on his feet. Surprising the weirling master, apparently, the blue was extremely graceful. He went off to bond to another man, while the bronze...

James wondered why he was content to just watch - why he was just a captain in the ranks... he could probably hit station command pretty easily, there was no upper limit to his ability. He'd never really been tried. If only he had .... something... What would it be? What could help him do this? Where in the world did that thought come from, at a time like this?

Oh.

James, the dragonet thought clearly and strongly, as his whirling eyes met up with Davies' on the sands, I am Agranoth, and we can be strong together.

Surprised, but not so taken aback that James didn't have a good response ready, he nodded and smiled. Yup, he thought right back.

But right now, I am hungry. The dragonet added. He was larger than most of the hatchlings before him, perhaps only the gold to hatch later would be bigger than he. A magnificent bond, James thought, and the idea was echoed in the dragon's mind.

***

"So you're gonna be all bronze-rider about this then?" Asked Ward, who had bonded a brown at Eriol.

"You'd best believe it," Davies smiled. James wasn't one to really sit and gloat with his best friend though, they had better things to do.

Like display their prowess over the skies of Talon, when an overpass crumbled. A small earthquake, long unusual rains over the summer, and typical heavy traffic had worn it down, eroded the dirt below the main connector. Two cars had to be airlifted.

By dragon power.

Nhamante's huge brown, almost a match for Agranoth in size and durability, took the truck off first, and then Agranoth himself gently used his long arms to embrace the smaller vehicle that had been crushed by it.

There are people inside, James, Agranoth warned. They are injured.

"It's all right - we've got that covered," he replied to his worried mount. "The EMT folks are on their way - here they come all right." A flight of them, one or two with the large newly designed medical packs upon their back. "You'll be all right," he said to the surprised driver as they pried open the vehicle's roof. It was a total loss anyway. But James knew that this guy would probably want to keep the torn metal and cloth just because it had dragon claw markings on it...

Personality: Among many things, Agranoth is brave and undominable. This is one bronze that will never give up. There simply is no excuse for failure for him, when it's in one's possible reach to achieve your goal.
When it comes to battles and high-pressure situations, Agranoth is entirely calm. No one is left behind, and order will be maintained.
In flights, he's not out for just any dragoness. He'll give no attention to the more lacivious females, but to the true ladies of draconic kind, he's all about it.

Inspiration: Agranoth was inspired by Aragorn of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.