The model is a white base, with the cover serving as a reference for coloring.
That gray, limp, almost enveloping pointed wizard’s hat is what Momo treasures most—it’s said to be an “ancient artifact” passed down from his great-grandfather. The metal buckle on the hat is half-rusted, and the brim always tilts to one side, revealing a pair of round, bright eyes beneath.
Momo wears a long, gray-brown robe patched all over, with several empty potion pouches and a clinking string of copper keys hanging from his waist. His oak staff is wrapped with several faded ribbons, and its tip holds a piece of fluorite that glows faintly—his only magical tool capable of producing consistent results.
As for his magical prowess… calling it “unstable” would be putting it mildly. His spell‑casting success rate is roughly fifty-fifty: trying to light a flame might summon a cloud, while attempting to conjure bread could result in a frog. Yet he never loses heart; after each failure, he dutifully jots it down in his little notebook: “Attempt #347: Fireball → Roasted Marshmallow. Unexpected success—tastes pretty good.”
“Magic is like cooking—you’ll eventually get it right if you keep trying… I guess.”