Alan Lisowski
La porte de son appartement était de plus en plus collante tous les jours. Alan soupira et pressa son épaule contre elle, se penchant dans le bois de moulage pendant quelques secondes avant qu'il ne saute enfin ouvert, les charnières grincent en signe de protestation. Il s'est mis à l'intérieur et s'est évanoui un moment pour le switch de lumière, avant que son appartement ne soit illuminé dans toute sa gloire décrépite. Peinture chipée, moule sur les murs, vermine - cet endroit avait tout.
Il y avait une note sur la table, écrite dans l'éraflure de poulet de son colocataire. Rendez-vous ce soir après le travail - ne m'attendez pas. Souhaite bonne chance à ton garçon! Alan roula les yeux et redressa la note, se demandant pas pour la première fois où Peter trouva cette réserve apparemment sans fond de femmes. Des artistes.
Dire qu'Alan avait eu une dure journée au travail serait un euphémisme - une sorte de peste biblique balayait le département anglais de Madison High, donc il avait été toutes les mains sur le pont pour les substituts aujourd'hui. Pire, parce que la littérature était son « domaine d'expertise », il ne pouvait pas seulement mettre sur un épisode de « Bill Nye » comme s'il avait frotté pour une classe de sciences; le conseil scolaire s'attendait en fait à ce qu'il fasse quelque chose, et donc il avait passé toute la journée à rebondir entre les classes, essayant de prendre des plans de leçon pour Harper Lee, Wordsworth, Fitzgerald, tout le temps qu'un défilé d'élèves du secondaire de la rue a fait de leur mieux pour saboter le sous-marin paniqué.
Tous les manquements mineurs de la journée bourdonnaient encore dans sa tête quand il s'asseyait sur le canapé taché, tous les 'doit-avoir-saids' et 'doit-avoir-dons'. Alan a fermé les yeux et s'est penché sur le canapé, et après quelques instants de dérive, il s'est trouvé un endroit nouveau.
Avant même d'ouvrir les yeux, la première chose qu'il a remarquée était l'odeur de la mer, pure et propre. Une douce brise souffla contre son visage et la noirceur fut remplacée par un ciel clair, bleu et orange du coucher du soleil. Il était debout sur une falaise qui surplombait l'océan, les vagues douces qui s'étendaient sur les rochers à une certaine distance au-dessous de lui, le soleil jaune qui penchait bas à l'horizon. Pendant un moment, il fut transfixé, et trouva qu'il ne pouvait pas se détourner.
Quand il a finalement réussi à se reposer le regard loin du coucher du soleil, il s'est tourné pour voir quelque chose d'étranger encore. Derrière lui, il y avait un énorme champ d'herbes, mais les taches de l'herbe étaient plus sombres que d'autres, dans un motif bizarrement formule et familier. Seize statues étaient à ses côtés, allant de cinq à trois pieds de haut - des figures nautiques détaillées. Il y avait huit navires, deux phares, deux hippocampes, deux pêcheurs, un capitaine et une sirène, tous tirés du marbre le plus blanc qu'il ait jamais vu.
Un échiquier. Il était debout sur un échiquier. Au loin, parallèlement au bord de la falaise, le nombre opposé de ses pièces étaient rangés, noirs comme obsidiens et toujours comme pierre. Alan sillonna son front et déranga le silence d'une seule phrase. "Pion à E4."
Lentement, la figure du navire devant le capitaine a glissé vers l'avant à travers l'herbe, prenant sa nouvelle position sur le bord de l'herbe. C'était façonner pour être un rêve très intéressant.
Danny Walker 
Basic Information

| Name |
Daniel John Walker
| Date of Birth |
 December 13th, 1994 (23 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Status |
Single
| Partner |



| Occupation |
 Middleweight Boxer
| In-Depth Appearance |
Danny is a tall young man who almost borders on the lanky side, with fuzzy black hair, brown eyes and a smile that quite a few people have called dopey. He’s a very twitchy person, always fidgeting and looking around, which combines with his height to make him seem a fair bit smaller than he actually is. As his profession demands, he’s basically 165 pounds of wiry muscle, well-trimmed and absolutely covered in bruises. His face is sharp and lean, with a neck that’s long by anyone’s standards and thin, heavy-lidded eyes. He’s often sporting a black eye or two, and his nose has a slight crook in it from being oft-broken in his youth.
Danny distrusts any event that requires formal clothing, and as a result his wardrobe is confined almost entirely to sneakers, tank-tops, jeans, sweat-pants, hoodies, and t-shirts. His favorite outfit is a beater and flannel, though he’ll be the first to admit it makes him feel like his dad.

  

Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unaware ♦ Friendly ♦ Naive ♦
Danny is, at his core, an absolute puppydog of a man, friendly to everyone he meets and always ready to laugh at jokes he doesn’t fully understand. He’s single-minded in pursuit of his goals and is more or less obsessed with his dream of becoming a professional fighter, completely and utterly convinced that all the good things of the world are available to anyone who works hard enough. He sees the best in everyone, which does make him almost heart-breakingly easy to trick, but Danny’s usually able to shrug off even the worst treatment with a laugh and a shrug – it’s par for the course, after all, for someone who gets beaten up professionally.
Danny is also very family-oriented, spending as much time as possible with his parents and his siblings. He’s a complete homebody (though he doesn’t seem to realize this will interfere with his dream of being a world-renowned celebrity), with a very narrow view of the world basically limited to his city and what he sees on television. Notably, he’s almost tragically unaware of what’s going on around him, often unable to understand subtext or even just observe things that are happening.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Fighting
✔ Old Movies
✔ His Family
✔ Working Out
✔ Ice Cream
✘ Books
✘ Alcohol
✘ Public Speaking
✘ Bullies
✘ Being talked down to
Hobbies
 Danny is obsessed with his dream of being a professional fighter, and so spends pretty much every moment he can exercising, practicing, or watching old boxing footage to try and get an edge. When he’s not doing that, though, he’s usually spending time with his family, and is particularly fond of taking his little sister to the arcade when they can both get time off. 
| History |
Danny was born as the middle child of five to a lower-middle class household in downtown Ann Arbor. His father worked at a factory and his mother ran the night-shift at a local diner, so much of his early life was spent in the company of his older siblings, Tommy and Angela, just as he later helped raise his younger siblings.
Danny struggled for much of his academic career, due to a mediocre ability to retain information and a failure to even pretend to pay attention in class, even being held back a year in first grade until his reading got up to snuff. Nevertheless, with some hard word and a little tutoring, he graduated middle of his class from Madison High, and immediately sought employment at a factory alongside his father. For a few years he lived at home, spending his days at work and his nights dead asleep, and in the back of his mind the inexhaustible optimist wondered if that was all that life held for him.
As long as he’d been old enough, Danny loved to box. He’d watched every fight tape, every boxing movie, had spent hours at the school gym running drills on the one moldy bag available. Now, when his life was just one day of toil after another, he began to dream of fame, of being one the toughest, fastest warrior in the ring. He redoubled his training, quit his job with his parent’s blessing and set about chasing his ambitions full-time. He still lives at home, training and getting whatever fights he can and supplementing his income as a server in one of Ann Arbor’s finest burger joints.
| Family |
Jack Walker, Father (54)
Debby Walker, Mother (55)
Tommy Walker, Big Brother, (29)
Angela Walker, Big Sister (26)
Max Walker, Little Brother (19)
Susie Walker, Little Sister (16)
| Strengths |
 Physically fit
 Aggressively good-natured
 Very good at pursuing what he wants


| Weaknesses |
 Low on book-smarts
 Bad at picking up social cues
 General lack of situational awareness




The Other
| Theme Song |
The Fighter – Gym Class Heroes
” Text book version of a kid going nowhere fast
And now I'm yelling, "Kiss my ass"
It's gonna take a couple right hooks, a few left jabs
For you to recognize you really ain't got it bad”
Victorious - Panic! At The Disco
"Tonight we are victorious
Champagne pouring over us
All my friends were glorious
Tonight we are victorious"

| Extra Information |
Anything else.


Danny Walker 
"I never met anybody I didn't like."
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies

Symbol Sophie Blackthorn ☮
"Sophie was definitely one of the nicest people I knew back then. I wish we kept in touch."
Danny and Sophie went to high school together. He'd probably speak of her with much more familiarity than she would him, but he always liked her; she seemed good-natured, and he greatly enjoyed the few conversations they did have.

Symbol Alan Lisowski ⚜
"He stops by the diner sometimes. He's nice."
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Symbol Emily Waring Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Zephillla Sebastian Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Hayes Tomlin Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Ian Tate Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Dylan Crane Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Renata De Leon Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Cardlin Winchester ☯
"Dude was real shy back in high school. Seemed nice - wish we'd been better friends."

Symbol Laketta Lewis ☮
"Aw man, the singer? She's awesome, and Susie loves her!"
Danny first met Laketta after his little sister convinced him to take her to a jazz lounge one night - the teenager was instantly transfixed with the soulful singer performing that night, and has since become her number one fan.