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Name: Dan
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 155 lbs
Appearence: See above
Hobbies: Tarot, reading, information dealing
Likes: Video games, giving people tarot readings, and the indoors
Dislikes: Fighting, filth, and bullshit
Personality: Defensive, superstitious, and introspective.
"No rest for the wicked." Daniel sighed to himself as he made his way down the dimly street to the "apartment". Heh. That's what they took to calling it. It was a fucking crackhouse. But home was home. Sure he could go spend time with the gang but he didn't get along too well with them, they thought he was a snob and he thought they were Neanderthals. But in the hood' you end in gang because you need protection. Either you got talent or you know someone, in Daniel's case he was a good rat. Knew the ins and outs and had dirt on people. And this particular gang decided they wanted him on their side rather than anyone elses. "Wazzz good ese!" he called out to a fellow gang member only to receive a nod.
Daniel grew up in old prosperity and lost his parents in a fire, rather than go off to foster care some of the kind hearted thugs took him in and showed him the ropes. Daniel still went to school whenever he felt like it and took the occasional job dealing goods or information. Tonight though, he didn't much feel like going home. He didn't get out much and figured he'd stop at the local bar.
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