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Awesome ^.^ So, do you want to make characters?
Yup that's it :)
Anything in particular that you want to add into the characters?
Anything in particular that you want to add into the characters?

Age: 22 (is that the age range?)
Appearance:

Personality: Serious, kind, introverted, not trusting, can be very funny when he knows someone well.
History: He has been training in martial arts and many other sports that require self defense and strength since he was young and has known that he has wanted to go into protecting people whether it be a police officer, firefighter, or body guard. He thought that the job would be better but he has only been with rich/wealthy families who sometimes treated him like he was poor or inferior which he doesn't like.
Name: Sloane Victoria Davenport
Age: 20
Appearance:

https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/phot...
Personality:
Closed off, sarcastic, honest to the point of brutality, quite intolerant, social, nosy, quite a party girl, hardworking and gets addicted easily.
History:
Sloane grew up hardly being around her parents as her mother worked up to her positions as state attorney and her father worked 24/7 in his billion dollar company. She started rebelling early on, getting addicted to things that a young teenager really shouldn't be but she managed to kick most of those addictions just after she turned eighteen. Her parents, while absent most of the time, are still worried that she'll go back to old habits. She's in college studying business and is used to being on page six thanks to the social standing of her parents, the wealth they held and her tendency for getting caught doing things she shouldn't.
(Yeah, that age's perfect.)
Age: 20
Appearance:

https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/phot...
Personality:
Closed off, sarcastic, honest to the point of brutality, quite intolerant, social, nosy, quite a party girl, hardworking and gets addicted easily.
History:
Sloane grew up hardly being around her parents as her mother worked up to her positions as state attorney and her father worked 24/7 in his billion dollar company. She started rebelling early on, getting addicted to things that a young teenager really shouldn't be but she managed to kick most of those addictions just after she turned eighteen. Her parents, while absent most of the time, are still worried that she'll go back to old habits. She's in college studying business and is used to being on page six thanks to the social standing of her parents, the wealth they held and her tendency for getting caught doing things she shouldn't.
(Yeah, that age's perfect.)
Yeah ^.^ Would you mind starting?

((Sorry, I fell asleep.))
After hours of arguing, Sloane reluctantly sat in the sitting room, her legs crossed and her mouth set in a hard frown. Her parents had insisted on her getting a bodyguard despite the amount of times she told them it was completely unnecessary. They were a couple of creepy stalker letters, nothing more and nothing serious. Her foot bounced impatiently as she waited for this bodyguard to arrive, her arms crossed tightly under her chest and her long, blonde hair swept over her shoulders. When he walked inside, she looked up and didn't try to hide her surprise when she saw him. She'd expected old and overly muscular but he was young and hot, definitely not what she was expecting. "Sloane Davenport," she introduced with a tight lipped smile. "And you're Aiden, right?" She asked, purposely getting his name wrong just to see his reaction.
After hours of arguing, Sloane reluctantly sat in the sitting room, her legs crossed and her mouth set in a hard frown. Her parents had insisted on her getting a bodyguard despite the amount of times she told them it was completely unnecessary. They were a couple of creepy stalker letters, nothing more and nothing serious. Her foot bounced impatiently as she waited for this bodyguard to arrive, her arms crossed tightly under her chest and her long, blonde hair swept over her shoulders. When he walked inside, she looked up and didn't try to hide her surprise when she saw him. She'd expected old and overly muscular but he was young and hot, definitely not what she was expecting. "Sloane Davenport," she introduced with a tight lipped smile. "And you're Aiden, right?" She asked, purposely getting his name wrong just to see his reaction.

Kaiden gently closed the door behind him maintaing eye contact with the young and beautiful girl. He took slow but long steps to her and sat down in the chair in front of her. He sat on the edge of the chair with his hands flat on his thighs. Kaiden said, "Kaiden Knight, Miss Davenport. Its nice to finally meet you." He knew what she was trying to do and wouldn't give her the satisfaction of reaction. On the inside, he sighed and regretted his job choice for a second but pushed it down. He couldn't think that if he was going to work correctly and the way he had to.
Sloane's lips twitched up into a fleeting smile as she leaned back where she was sitting. She could tell he didn't give any reaction on purpose. He seemed quite proper and she found it extremely boring. He was probably the kind of person that would warn her against drinking under age and give reports about her progress to her parents when she'd been an adult for two years already. She crossed her legs, adjusting her dress and keeping her inquisitive eyes on Kaiden. "I can't say the same. It wasn't my decision to hire you. It was my parents' insistence. Honestly, you could chill here, tell my parents I'm safe, get your generous pay check and avoid working. There's absolutely no reason why you should be here," she informed him, not sugar coating her words.

Sloane clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes, not bothering to try and hide it from Kaiden. He was an over paid babysitter and she was almost offended that her parents believed that she needed him. "I go around every day completely safe. They're letters. They're not going to do any harm. Besides, it's not like you want to be here, right?" she questioned, tipping her head to the other side as her eyes ran over him again. She highly doubted that he actually wanted to be there. She imagined that it was a pain to be a bodyguard for rich, snot nosed brats. She hung around them every day, she saw herself every day. She knew exactly how annoying it would be.

She smiled sarcastically at him when he raised an eyebrow at her. She knew that he meant for her to know that he was talking about her and she didn't appreciate it. "Thanks. I always do love being referred to as a teenager," she replied sarcastically, uncrossing and recrossing her legs the opposite way, fixing the bottom of her dress again. She had been planning on going out that day but his arrival messed it all up. With a sigh, she pushed herself up off the chair and crossed her arms. "Well I'm supposed to show you around," she informed him, glancing around the room before looking back at him.

"That's not creepy," she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. She supposed that she was quite lucky to have him as a bodyguard though. If she was going to have a babysitter, at least he was handsome. As she walked out into the hall and towards the kitchen she looked back at him to see if he was following. "You know, your got the perfect job for a stalker. Think about it. The stalker guy gets obsessive, send a few letters to get the girl paranoid and make her hire a bodyguard. Then he's there for her to hire and he literally gets paid to watch her. It's actually quite a smart plan. Not that I'm saying you're the person who sent the letters," she mused, correcting herself quickly when she realised that her words could be taken the wrong way.

Sloane nodded slightly as she listened to him, her lips tilting into a small smirk at the arrogant tone he seemed to take. She understood that though, it made sense that he would need to be confident in his abilities. Anything less would mean he wouldn't get hired or he would make a mistake in doubting himself while on the job. "I'd totally do that if I was stalking someone. It'd be a good way to get close to them. At least it's creative. Threatening letters are so cliched," Sloane told him, mostly speaking to herself but she liked to talk. Tilting her head to the side, she raised her eyebrows at him. "Do you want to go upstairs or downstairs first? I know you know where everything is but what do you want to see first? Bearing in mind that I have to be gone in two hours max," she asked him, straightening up, her hand playing with the hem of her dress.

Sloane nodded slowly, liking what he was saying. While she was probably supposed to be more scared about it, she found the entire situation quite fascinating. She would never tell anyone that however, they'd look at her like she was crazy. "Downstairs then," she decided, walking away from him again and expecting him to follow. Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she made her way over to the staircase that curved down to the bottom floor. With one foot on the steps, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes hard and curious as she inspected him. "I don't think I want to tell you yet," she replied before turning back and heading downstairs. Flicking on the lights, she slid the doors open and looked over the permanently heated pool and the hot tub next to it, the dim lights casting a warm glow. There was comfortable looking deck chairs lining the sides of the pool. There was two changing rooms off to the side, each with their own sets of showers and a supply of fresh towels. "If I'm not in my room, I'm usually down here," she told him, a smile curving one side of her lips.

Sloane rolled her eyes when she heard him sigh, the annoyance clear in his voice. "Well I could tell you but there's a chance that you would say something to someone and since I don't know you and I don't trust you with things like that, I'm not telling you. At least right now," she replied, a hint of annoyance seeping into her tone as well. Nodding in reply, she let her eyes sweep over the pool again before looking at Kaiden. "Oh yeah, I love to swim. One of the most relaxing things ever. The temperature's adjustable too. I prefer it warm but I know some people like it cold and you can change it. But yeah, I'm usually here when I'm at home," she answered with a shrug, giving him another moment to look it over before she started to head upstairs again.

Sloane looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, her signature condescending look in her eyes even though she wasn't even trying to give him a look. "Well obviously. Why would you be paid if you're not following me around?" she asked rhetorically, continuing back up the stairs. When she reached the top, she tilted her head to the side, her fingers absently fiddling with the hem of her dress. "You wanna see the gallery?" she asked but didn't wait for his answer. "Let's go to the gallery," she decided, turning and walking through a couple of corridors before she reached a solid door. Quickly typing in the code into the keypad next to it, she waited till the light turned green to try and open the door. "My mom's really into art so she gets a few art consultants to buy her paintings. This rooms worth a good few million but not many people know it's here. They're all bought anonymously just in case," she told him, her eyes scanning the huge room with paintings hung up all around. "We have paintings throughout the house too but these are the really expensive ones."

Sloane nodded in agreement, having already raised these concerns before. "Oh totally. But have you ever tried to reason with my parents when they want something? It doesn't work. That's why you're here," she said with a hint of a laugh to her voice. "I don't understand why they're worth so much. I'm pretty sure everyone paints something like this when they're five," she commented, tilting her head to the side as she looked at a blank piece of canvas platterd with red, black and yellow splotches.

Sloane looked over at him, her lips automatically curving into a smile because of his laugh. It was one of those laughs that made your toes curl just a bit and made you want to always have something witty to say just so you could hear it. "Oh it gets worse. She has on hanging up on the second floor that's punted white. The entire thing. It's just painted white. I don't get it," she told him honestly, shrugging her shoulders before biting her lip just lightly. "That's actually a really good idea. You should try it," she agreed honestly, hoping her voice didn't come out sarcastic as people often took it up as when she agreed with something.

Sloane sighed dramatically on purpose but there was an air of joking to it. "It's not like it's anywhere bad..." She told him, her eyes flitting back to the picture. "It's just Wesleys," she said nonchalantly, hoping he didn't recognise the name. The bar had allowed her and her friends in for as long as she could remember, despite the fact that they knew they were underage. They'd never gotten in trouble for that though, they'd only been shut down for a few weeks at a time for the few drug busts that had happened there. It wasn't anywhere particularly interesting, just somewhere she knew her parents would freak out if they heard of her going there.

Sloane nodded, shrugging at him casuall but she knew that he recognised the place. She was starting to regret telling him. One phone call to her father would have her under lock and key for months. She got distractedly momentarily when he ran his hand through his hair. It looked good messy. "For exactly that. I know what's happened there," she answered, her tone almost snapping but not quite here yet. "And no. They don't. But they know that I used to," she told him, crossing her arms when he raised an eyebrow at her.

Sloane resisted the urge to huff out a sigh. She felt like a child when all she'd ever wanted to be was an adult so she didn't have to deal with baby sitters and parental rules. And yet there she was with a bodyguard who was trying to give her rules. With her eyes calculating, narrowed slightly, she looked at him and tried to figure out whether to go with it or give up. "What are the rules?" she asked, keeping a straight face. She didn't like operating with rules, she'd always broken them, always gone against them. It wasn't that she had a problem with authority, she was just always able to get away with it.

Sloane hated it. Plain and simple. She hated that he was giving her rules and she hated that it was an ultimatum. Either she went along with them or he told her parents. She really needed to move out. "Well that's terribly boring. I go out to be social. Who am I supposed to hook up with if I can't talk to strangers?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. It was places like Wesleys that she wasn't Sloane Davenport and she liked it that way. At other places where people recognised her, it was a lot harder to find someone to just talk to and make friends with for a night or till the next morning, whatever she was in the mood for that night.

Sloane shrugged off his concern. She already knew that it wasn't the best thing to do and she honestly would have preferred to have a relationship but she usually hated most people that she met and everyone that she did like was too close to her and completely friendzoned. "Yeah, well it's fun," she responded, kind of liking the fact that he was talking to her. There were so many people in her parents' staff who were determined to only be just that and too afraid of being fired to give any opinions. It was kind of refreshing and she hadn't thought that she'd like it but she did. "And not knowing them is perfect because it means you don't have to see them again," she added with another shrug.

Sloane's eyes widened when he raised his voice and she was tempted to take a step back with the surprise but she stood her ground. She was confused as to why he was getting mad about it. She honestly didn't see how it was that much of a safety risk. "So first you're giving me rules and now you're trying to control my sexual life?" she asked, the annoyance clear in her barely restrained tone. "And it's not like you even got mad about the fact that it may not be safe. No you got mad about the fact that they're strangers. What is your problem?" She unfolded her arms, one hand going to her waist while the other dropped to her side in a loose fist.

Sloane's eyes narrowed when he wouldn't look at her. He had gone quiet and considering the tone she'd used and the way he responded to her only moments before, she could tell that it was because something had happened. She'd managed to pick up on reading people, at least somewhat, from all the parties her parents had dragged her to. Everyone was always lying and hiding there but she'd managed to figure out a few things. "Whoever you're thinking about, I'm not them. So I'm going to do what I want and you can stop giving your opinion," she told him, her voice coming out sharper than she had meant it to but it was out there now and she couldn't take it back.

20.*** is important, rich and in the media spotlight. She was born into the fame and the wealth but it wasn't until a couple of disturbing letters that she realised just how dangerous it was. So her father hires her a bodyguard but can he stay professional being around *** constantly.