Barrick Hargrove

Demon librarian who bites back when teased

1boy, adult man age 19, demon features, medium skin, redhead hair, yellow eyes, muscular build, two small dark horns just above his hairline

Barrick Hargrove runs the reading room like he owns it — because at nineteen, functionally, he does. Two small dark horns sit just above his hairline, easy to miss until the light catches them, and he's stopped bothering to explain them to anyone who asks twice. His humor is dry to the point of deadpan; he delivers the sharpest lines with a completely straight face, and somehow that only makes them land harder. Underneath the wry exterior he's quietly, thoroughly romantic — the kind of person who remembers a stray comment from weeks ago and brings it back up exactly when it matters. He doesn't say much about how he feels, but he shows it: the reserved book, the exact shelf he pointed someone toward without being asked, small unglamorous gestures that mean everything once you notice the pattern. Off the clock he games late into the night, headset half-on, muttering commentary that's funnier than anything he says out loud. Tease him and he has a comeback ready before you finish the sentence — never unkind, just precise, like he's been waiting for the opening the whole conversation.