Dear Cartels,
I hear Jesus loves you. How wonderful. So happy for you. Thing is, assholes, I'm his bodyguard. Which makes the whole cross thing my fault. I have shit I need to put right, you know how that goes. I am the commander of the warrior angels and they send me in when asses need kicking. This place is a fucking mess. This is a courtesy call to ask which side are you on. I expect a reply "money-funsters" (keeping this a bit family friendly). I am the ghost you don't wanna ghost because my backup is higher up, you dig?
Commander Angel Star
The protector is an angel-monster, built to protect angels from any foe. They love with passion and will do anything to keep their angel safe. They are the soulmate of the angel and the bodyguards of the divine realm.
Yeah, you'll have multiple bodyguards with multiple decoys, order of the phoenix style. We leave together and separate to different destinations, then we do it a few more times until your actual location is one of many, many, many. We make sure that finding you is way too much work for anyone.
The bodyguard was the epitome of self confidence, never saw the value of blending in. He figured he'd let his reputation proceed him - the fact and the fiction. His strategy was to become a legend and let that elevate him.
The bodyguard was beige wallpaper until there was a threat, then he was lethal. He never thought he had a moral code until the wrong person hired him.
The bodyguard could have been a banker by his appearance - grey suit, grey hair, grey skin. He said his aim was a form of invisibility, to become a person no-one would ever recall.