The model is a white mold, with the cover serving as a reference for coloring.
Those brass goggles perched atop his wide-brimmed hat are his very soul—rumor has it that once he puts them on, the world turns into “the colors of chemical elements.” Bubble’s hat and coat are adorned with glass bottles of all sizes, their contents shimmering in a kaleidoscope of hues, some even bubbling merrily. In his hand, he often holds a conical flask, its liquid gently sloshing as he stirs his latest concoction.
Bubble is a born experimentalist. His curiosity about “can we mix this?” far outweighs any concern about “should we mix this?” He’s commandeered the backyard of the guild kitchen as his “laboratory,” where strange colors and odors linger year-round. His list of inventions includes: candles that explode (intended for lighting), a powder that turns water into jelly (surprisingly delicious), and a potion that changes hair color according to one’s mood (currently stuck in an unstable phase, sometimes pink, sometimes green).
Though most of his experiments end with a big boom, every now and then—just occasionally—he manages to create something genuinely useful: an antidote, a night-vision elixir, and even a powerful healing ointment devised during an emergency. When it really matters, Bubble never lets anyone down.
“Failure isn’t the end—it’s just a few more potholes along the road to success.”