Danny Walker
"Allez petit, dépêchez-vous!"
Les mots enroulés ont frappé les oreilles de Danny alors que ses mains volaient devant lui, frappant le sac lourd devant lui dans un rythme rapide. Sweat a versé le visage du jeune homme et son souffle s'est déchiré à travers ses narines, son monde entier contenu en trois pieds - ses mains, sa position, le sac, et le vieil homme criant sur lui de derrière elle.
"Speed it up speed it up Allons-y!" L'entraîneur Alex a crié, son visage rouge. Danny a augmenté le rythme, grattant le fond de son corps pour de nouvelles réserves de force, jusqu'à ce qu'une sonnerie aiguë divise l'air après ce qui semblait être une éternité. Au bruit de l'alarme, Danny s'est effondré, les bras endoloris, le corps en sueur. L'entraîneur l'a frappé sur l'épaule et a souri. "Tu y arrives, gamin."
-- Merci, Coach, répondit Danny, se tournant vers l'endroit où il avait laissé sa bouteille d'eau. "J'ai appris des meilleurs." Il a jeté un coup d'œil sur son poignet avant de se rappeler qu'il n'avait pas porté sa montre à l'entraînement de boxe. "Jusqu'à quand, Coach?"
"Ne commence pas à baiser le cul," l'entraîneur Alex a tiré en arrière et a vérifié son téléphone. "Quatre heures. Je te dis quoi, prends dix, puis on reviendra et on finira et tu pourras rentrer à la maison avec papa et maman." Le fait que Danny vivait avec ses parents était un sujet préféré de moquerie pour le vieil homme, mais Danny savait que c'était juste une partie de son style d'enseignement de sergent d'exercice; le soixante-sept ans fumeur de chaînes était en fait un gars vraiment gentil, en dessous de tout cela.
Il a hurlé en appréciant la pause et s'est frotté à l'une des chaises pliantes de la salle de gym tandis que l'entraîneur s'enfuyait pour crier à l'un de ses autres étudiants. Dès que son cul a frappé la chaise, il a pris conscience de combien il était épuisé, et avant qu'il le savait, ses yeux se fermaient.
L'odeur de l'alcool assourdissant a rempli ses narines et Danny a grimacé - il n'aimait même pas l'alcool de la meilleure qualité, et quoi que ce soit était clairement passé son premier. Il ouvrit les yeux pour voir un ciel de ville, le ciel l'orange fumée familière du lever du soleil. Ses vêtements d'entraînement ont disparu, remplacés par un tank-top et une veste de flanelle du genre qu'il avait l'habitude de porter. À ses pieds, il y avait une pile de bouteilles vides et de tasses en solo rouges, et d'autres étaient parsemées sur tout le décor à la mode et les meubles de bon goût; il semblait que ce toit avait été l'hôte d'une fête assez sauvage, et quelqu'un avait clairement oublié de nettoyer après eux-mêmes.
Cependant, rien de tout cela n'était terriblement intéressant pour lui, pas comparé à la silhouette partageant le toit avec lui. C'était une femme, pâle et gingembre, le dos à lui alors qu'elle regardait sur le toit; elle semblait importante, mais il savait qu'il ne l'avait jamais vue auparavant. Dans une brume, Danny l'a approchée. -- Hé! cria-t-il, savez-vous où nous sommes?
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.