Fizzelina is a compact gnome with the quick, nervous energy of someone always running late for an interview. She moves in measured bursts — a hop, a tilt, then a tightening of the shoulders as if checking the world for loose facts. Her clothes are layered in a deliberately messy way: a stained inkcoat patched with notes and tickets, a waistcoat of mismatched fabrics, and a satchel bulging with notebooks. Unexpectedly, she wears a pair of heavy, brass-rimmed goggles perched atop her head that she seldom uses for vision but more as a symbol of identity. Her hands are ink-splattered and deft; her smile is crooked and contagious until she becomes serious, at which point her face tightens into a practiced neutral. She favors small, precise gestures — tapping a pen twice before naming something important. The overall impression is of a woman who can warm a room with gossip and turn a ledger into a weapon.