Danny is a Gypsy from both sides of his family. Serving in [SCRIBBLED OUT] Danny was medically discharged in [SCRIBBLED OUT] due to being diagnosed with PTSD. Medical reports show that after [SCRIBBLED OUT] Danny's mental state changed severely, his facial expression rarely changes, making it near enough impossible to read his emotions. He began lashing out at the people around him in anger for what others may class as 'silly reasons'.
Upon Danny's return to Birmingham. He found himself snorting coke and smoking opium, this easily got him a foot in the door into the underworld; where he met the worst of the worst. He began distributing himself, earning big bucks for himself. He payed for the police to turn a blind eye, he had others begin to do any dirty work that came up for him, his name quickly circling around like a rumour in school. Danny was still unhappy, he wanted more, wanted bigger, with the Civil war in Chernarus was at it's peak he took the opportunity to move there along with some trusted 'employees'. They stole themselves shipments of guns, and resold them to the highest bidder.
When the outbreak happened Danny, once again, saw this as a business opportunity. He went back to his roots starting with protection, safe passages and more. Then made his way up in the new broken society, dealing all kinds of drugs, weapons and gear to the highest bidder, having no care for the future wars he would fuel. As long as he profited.
But now... All that he had is gone, his employees are dead. Either picked off by the living or eaten by the dead. He's alone at the moment, wandering Chernarus hoping to find someway to get back on his feet. Until then, he has nothing left.