Brindle is a compact, wiry gnome of below-average height, with a perpetually soot-streaked face softened by round, wire-rimmed spectacles that magnify his sharp, calculating hazel eyes. His hair is a wild, sandy mop that looks as if it’s been scorched and singed countless times but never trimmed, curling erratically around his ears and forehead. He moves with a nervous, jittery energy, his gestures quick and precise. Contradictorily, while his presence is fiery and sharp, his voice is remarkably mellow and almost soothing, creating an odd but memorable contrast. Often, bits of brilliant sparks or faint smoke wisp from the folds of his patchwork leather apron, revealing his ever-present bond with volatile magic.