The Brains of the Organization

— { x } indie Hellboy (movie verse) RP account

— { x } 2+ years of experience with roleplay, 7+ years with writing in general

— { x } chat/para preferred, can do any kind of style if requested

— { x } currently has three other muses. Adds onto experience/diversity

— { x } crossover friendly (with most/almost every fandom)

— { x } detailed, descriptive style (small text, specific formatting) all the way to simple gifs/icon chats

— { x } can be selective, but is one to give everyone a chance at least once

"Honestly, it's a miracle you still have a liver."

Bartimaeus, Fifth Level Djinni {don't be scared by his appearance, he just likes to make an impression.}

-New indie rp account for Bartimaeus from the Bartimaeus Sequence 

-Set post-Ptolemy’s Gate

-Will write with any fandom or OC.

-Chats, one-liners, and short threads welcome

  "Personally? Quite often. I’ve a tendency to retreat here whenever I’m able and it’s very handy to have history, literature, and the arts accessible without much legwork."

[Her shoulders bob in a shrug. She’s pleased to have her intelligence complimented—she’s always pleased with any kind of compliment—but it’s beginning to dawn on her that her decision was rather selfish.]

[He finds this interesting, if only because most of the other agents and researchers who work with the Bureau tend to enter this room only when absolutely required to do so. Curious that he hasn't truly noticed her presence before. Perhaps he's been on more missions than he thought.]

"Lucky for them that the information inside the computer science books is also easily obtained on computers."

[He will appreciate that the poetry is no longer on the second floor of the library, honestly. He doesn't care for the stairs.]

  "Would you believe practicality?" [She gestures toward the shelves, much prouder than she has any right to be.]

[Her evident pleasure she has in the finished product can't help but be endearing, and it makes him more open to her explanation.]

  "Congratulations, sir."

[He's genuinely confused by this, which is hard to do. Why on Earth would she feel the need--?]