Name: Kassidy Hartnell
Aliases: "The Mad Gremlin," "That Bloody Short One," "Oi, Kid!" (much to their irritation)
Age: Approximately 28 (allegedly)
Species: Human (allegedly)
Height: 3'6''
Occupation: Concoction Creator and Seller, Mad Scientist
Origin: Glastonbury
Current Residence: Bristol

Somerset is a county in southwest England, known for its rolling hills, wetlands, and the famous Glastonbury Tor. The region has a rich history of folklore, mysticism, and more recently, counterculture movements that settled around the area. The landscape varies from the Somerset Levels - flat marshy lowlands prone to flooding - to the Mendip Hills and Quantock Hills. Towns like Glastonbury attract all sorts of alternative types, from New Age spiritualists, to artists, and to those seeking to exist outside mainstream society.

In the wetlands surrounding Glastonbury, several underground laboratories have cropped up over the years. Recruiting from local villages and the alternative communities, the veteran scientists take on apprentices they consider having the most potential. From a small village near the Somerset Levels, they chose a diminutive figure by the name of Kassidy.

Kassidy initially seems to resemble a young child at first glance, standing only at 3'6'' tall. However, their sunken purple-edged eyes are a telltale sign of someone who's spent far too many nights awake doing heaven knows what. Their mouth seems to have quite the set of sharp teeth too, perhaps they've been filed or are just naturally unusual. Kassidy's hair is a dark emerald - obviously dyed, with mousy brown underneath - falling short around their pale face. Bright amber-orange eyes contrast their dark hair, almost seeming to glow in dim environments.

Their outfit consists of a white labcoat, stained with hints of concoctions, scorch-marks, what name you. Underneath it, they wear dark olive green fitted trousers and well-worn leather boots, practical for both lab work and trudging through Somerset mud. Brass-framed goggles either sit pushed up on their forehead or hang around their neck. Around their waist is a utility belt carrying various vials and syringes on one side, and an oversized satchel on the other. They're rarely seen without some beaker or test tube in hand.

Born and raised near Glastonbury, Kassidy was identified and recruited at a young age by the underground scientific collective operating in the wetlands. This 'community' of mad scientists blessed them with a thorough knowledge of chemistry, biology, and some secrets of the trade that seem to flourish in these mysterious communities.

Upon reaching adulthood after years of training, Kassidy set up their own operation in Bristol. The city's vibrant alternative scene provided excellent connections for exotic materials, while the urban anonymity suits their business too. As a result of their diminutive stature, they're often mistaken for a child, much to their chagrin...

Kassidy speaks with a thick Somerset accent that distinctly marks them as hailing from the rural areas around Glastonbury. They can be a bit mischievous, cynical, and sometimes fiendish, but ultimately as a proprietor of a market for chemical concoctions, strives for some sort of customer satisfaction at the end of the day.

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