Minerva Paradizo

I suppose I should tell you about myself. That is what this big grey square of, well, grey, is for. After all, if it is not done, then my profile will look tardy and unfinished. That, is unacceptable. I've always been a strong believer in finishing what I've started, not just finishing, but finishing it to perfection. Otherwise, how would I have gotten so far as I have today?

I am a child genius. I've tried to obtain a Nobel Prize a few times before, but have not been successful, as of yet. I came very close, once. Very, very close. If not for the meddling of a certain Artemis Fowl II, I would've had that Nobel Prize for sure. Though I do suppose I owe him my life. If he hadn't intervened when he had, my life would be a lot worse, at the whim of my former traitorous bodyguard, Billy Kong. He is currently in maximum security prison and he deserves it.

That Artemis Fowl. I find him... interesting, to say the least. He's the first one I've ever found to be of similar intellect and my age as well. Maybe a game of wit and skill -other than chess, three days of continual playing proved no victor- might be an interesting thing to see. After all, with genii like us, we can never be sure of the victor.

Oh, and if anyone ever sees Doodah Day or Mulch, please give them a whack from me for meddling with Bobo. No one touches Bobo without my permission.