Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Apothecary but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Koeth reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 pp. Blue sapphire (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bellfounder and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Hedonist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Nature, In love, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.