Percival de Rolo

*You see you good friend Percy in his study, he's working on some sort of new gun. He's busy at work, concentrating hard enough veins are popping out of his neck. Gunpowder stains his white shirt and his hands. His glasses are on but so is this arcane magnifying glass as he uses tools very intricately* Oh, dear, you're a tricky little thing, aren't you? *He asks, speaking to his invention*