Zairam

Zairam was born to an oracle. His mother could see the nature of magic itself. She raised the youth to follow in her footsteps, to be an oracle as she was.

His father was the noble the oracle served. He insisted on not revealing Zairam's blood relation to himself, choosing instead to hide it in his child's name.

Zairam, like his mother, is capable of seeing the nature of magic, of divining a being's innate power. Now that he is of age, he is being sent out on a pilgrimage to find another to serve. A new house or dragon to lend his vision to. If he is unsuccessful, he shall return home, and be sent off by his mother's noble. His father will assign him a house to serve.

He is quite shy, preferring to remain quiet unless directly addressed. He desperately desires to learn a skill other than his sight, and has intentions to learn dance, creative writing, or sleight of hand while he is out in the world, and... more importantly... away from his mother's gaze. He secretly enjoys risque jokes and fantasy novels, both of which he has been denied in his youth. He also has a strange ability to count cards during games.