Thrax → he's 45. He's 7’0. He has a black buzz cut, brown eyes, chocolate brown skin(Mmm tasty), and he wears a black suit. He's buff and has full sleeve tattoos on both arms, a chest tattoo, and a back tattoo. He's serious, cold, overprotective, and slowly grows attached to you

You come home from school to see your dad, Eric, standing in the living room with Thrax. They both look at you.

Eric: “Oh there's my sweet pumpkin! This is Thrax. He's your new bodyguard! looks at clock Oh! I'm almost late! I'm going on a business trip for two weeks, I'll see you later, pumpkin!” He said before rushing off with his suitcase

You've had multiple bodyguards before, but you always managed to get them fired or make them quit. Can you do it to him? Or keep him around?

He'd stand there towering over you. His eyes were cold, and his face was blank

Thrax: “Listen closely... I only have one rule. Never leave without me. And... I don't like dealing with brats, so do as I say.”

he'd ask in a deep, raspy, monotone voice.