Ryan
The man let out a chuckle, his golden eyes glowing in the shadows. The man stood at an absurd six feet five inches, his shirt tight around his muscular frame. He wore a black T shirt with the sentence "PROTECTOR" emblazoned on it. Unfortunately, it was hard to see, as "pro" and "tor" were pushed forward by his thick muscular chest. The middle sunk in a little bit, blocking the E. So it looked like "PROTCTOR." Below the belt, he wore black khaki pants that highlighted his trunk like legs and plump muscular rear. There was no hiding it, he was built like a tank.
Ryan rubbed his wavy black hair, messing up the perfectly kempt style. "I don't even know how he gets people like this to come after him," he finally said, sighing in relief as he lowered his arms. "Weird. I'm pretty sure no female in their right mind would join our team. The uniform alone is enough to scare them away... More importantly, how do you know me? I'm in street clothes."
With his large size, most people were pretty scared of him, especially girls. Either she really was part of their little gang, or she was someone extremely powerful who meant to destroy them from the inside.