Bad Man On Campus..

The Communal changing room was currently home to only one individual.
Tall, remarkably so, and with a well-muscled frame that only just retained any litheness, he could have easily been the biggest person on the roster. Dressed entirely in monochrome, complete with a hooded robe pulled over his massive frame, he waited for the outcome of a certain match.
Though Danyael Graves was new here, he was an old hat at brutality. His thirty years on this earth had been spent dismantling other human beings.. But, for now, he was content to sit back and enjoy a glass of vivid red liquid as he waited for the match results.
"Let's see how you do, Nail.. Don't disappoint Big Brother, now.."

Patient man that he was, Danyael was bored. His little sister was still involved in her match, and he had finally reached the end of his self-entertainment methods.
He drew back his hood, and slid out of his coat, tossing the heavy black garment into his locker. He stood slowly, stretching.
"For a communal shower, this is certainly a lonely place... Where are the ladies? Or the gentlemen, for that matter.."

Stretching his long, muscular limbs, Danyael walked out into the hallway, intent on finding an opponent for himself.
His yellow eyes flicked left and right, searching for anyone with a pulse in this building.
He could catch up with his little sister later...