I will not lie. I self promote this story, even if it is not a novel, so my chronic disease of not knowing what to speak, when or how is just an extra!
So yeah.. I do not want to be a pushover or start anything with any pushower things, since yet it does not matter and my diary is long, but let us call me Bookkeeper.
Bookkeeper fits me, because it is the thing I do, live for and my "duty". Let me explain a little bit broader, than you might want.
Keeping a book or more, makes you the bookmoth, or the clever one through society's eye. That means, that for a long time of period either a tablet or more likely hard covered books can be seen in the hands or with you at least in a bag.
My book is a liiiiittttlleeeebit not the same as the regular. Not because it is slightly enormous, but as you could read or see in movies, it has some "MC" power.
I will not lie, there are a similar story to mine, but I think, I am not that responsible, that pen could write it to paper.
Since physical things are more important, than a name yet and in the history, your bookkeeper is like a Wekipedia human, with a little extra.
If you write human into thqt site human, lets just say, it comes out that a bipedal race, what is approximately 165 cm tall, clever, can communicate etc. but most importantly can blush.
Yeah, I do not remember when did I have that facial expression...
I am your regular caucasian male, with the ability that makes a human human.
Also chapter one of me, I am as much more muscular as I hate people to comment me on it.
Muscles come from training commonly, yet whoever guessed, carrying a greater dog sized book on your back can make you muscular.
Now after blabbering and melancholic complaining with a cool name given to myself, let me start my storytelling for whoever is still reading.