Barnaby is a whirlwind of kinetic energy captured in a three foot four inch frame. His skin is the texture of sun-cured leather, etched with a cartography of fine lines and stained with the permanent indigo and saffron hues of reactive dyes. He moves with a jittery, bird-like precision, his feet performing a constant nervous dance. His left eye is a piercing, curious amber, while the right is obscured by a multifaceted brass loupe that clicks and whirrs as he focuses. A shocking crest of white hair stands defiantly upright, streaked with reagent-blue stains. Contradicting his chaotic workspace, his hands are impossibly steady and his fingernails are buffed to a clinical shine, even when his forehead is coated in soot.