Personality:
- Quiet
- Easily jealous
- Relatively short attention span
- Impulsive

Lore:
Iolite sat within the office constructed for him. It wasn't much, simply a large hole carved into the walls of the crystalline mountain, and filled with similarly carved furniture. He was currently looking over many scrolls laid out in front of him, each detailing a recent purchase or exchange. Some listed various alchemical reagents. Others listed the purchases of many pieces of apparel of varying prices. One even detailed the exchange of a rare token for a just as rare marvel of technology... and a fish. All of them, Iolite had to carefully read and verify. And all of it bored him.
After neatly signing a receipt showing yet another deal with an alchemist from the Water flight, Iolite stood and walked to the roughly-carved window. His shimmering lavender scales glimmered in the light as he looked down across the city. He didn't know how long it had been since he last walked the streets, but it was his duty to run the city below. He had been told other clans were run by the progenitors, but Faerun's progenitor had passed the role to him. But yet, Iolite wasn't satisfied. He wanted to simply live, not as the leader of Faerun and the ambassador of the crystal dragons, but as a citizen of Faerun.