Brawler

Destin slammed his glass down on the table and leaned back as he left out a loud, bellowing laugh that spread amongst his friends and colleagues. It was the end of a long day at the end of a long week at the end of a long month, and Destin's energy was what had kept the group going, and it was that same energy that let them relax and have fun in the end.

Destin was a large and hulking mass of a man, though his friends would describe him as a teddy bear most of the time. He was a good guy by all accounts, always trying to make friends and doing everything in his power to help them. That was part of the reason that he spent so much of his time working out, in fact. He went to the gym six times a week, lifting and pushing as much as he could for an hour or two at a time, and always keeping a close eye on his diet. His friends frequently had to beat him off when he crushed them in a hug, for which he always felt a need to deeply apologize.

But there was a reason that they didn't always think of him as a teddy bear. As the party boomed in the bar, a couple of characters came up to the table, trying to hit on the ladies there. Destin laughed at them, as did the ladies, which only served to make them angry. The moment one of the men put their hands on the closest woman, Destin was in motion. He leapt over the table, sending the contents of it crashing to the ground, and his fist crushed into the man's face who had touched his friend.

That man hit the ground hard, his face already beginning to swell and his nose completely shattered. Blood was already pooling in his mouth, but Destin was far from done with him. He lifted the man by the collar, lifting him so far off of the ground to have his legs dangling in the air. His fist reeled back and slammed forward, knocking out several of his teeth.

The man's friends were terrified of this beast that had suddenly appeared before him. Destin discarded the now unconscious man, broken and bleeding, onto the ground, and turned to the others, the rage and fire clear in his eyes. There was no hesitation as they broke away and ran for their lives.

The group cheered as Destin returned to the table, wiping the blood from his knuckles. It wasn't the first time they had seen him break forward like this, nor would it be the last time. But they knew that they would never be subject to his beatings - he fought to protect them. He was brutal and rough and destructive, but only to their enemies. And seeing that, knowing that, made them glad to be on his good side.