Danny Dann is a former boxer and trainer from New York - he never made it big but regardless was well known in his little corner of the city. Years passed--- students came and went. Life was good, but never exciting. Not enough, anyways. That was until the day he met his last student - a kid with two golden fists wrapped in red leather.

If only Danny knew..

They trained until the kid was at peak performance - but, playing it safe, Danny signed him up for a little-known boxing competition in Nyheim, figuring they could get some extra practice in overseas, put a few wins under the belt, and if things don't go so well, it'd be like they were never there.

Well. Things didn't go so well. The night before the fight, the kid disappeared. To this day Danny doesn't know exactly what happened, but the last text he got was, "Some guy bit my fucking face outside the bar - heading to the E.R. Call ya later."

Having had a few drinks while waiting for the kid to show - Danny wasn't exactly sober when he made the decision to stand in for his fighter. He held his own, but age and retirement had taken their toll. Danny got his shit rocked something fierce. The next week or two was a haze, the local docs had him on an absurd number of painkillers; too busy to manage his injuries with the sudden influx of belligerent patients coming in with high fevers and bite wounds.

And that's all he really remembers of the times before the outbreak. He somehow managed to make it out of the hospital after stealing enough painkillers to kill a horse. But for the life of him can't remember doing so. It was weeks if not months into the fall before he managed to pull himself out of his first bender. These days he's repurposed his former boxing discipline into a means of controlling his addiction, wandering in search of his "medicine". Tempering off his cravings one day at a time. That doesn't mean he's not one to fall into the occasional bender, though.

[While in control of himself, to a degree, Danny is more in line with 'Chaotic Good'.]
[Even when he gets deeper into withdrawal, he tends to fall a little more under 'Chaotic Neutral'.]
[It isn't until he falls into a serious bender (rare) that he acts more 'Chaotic Evil'.]

Risk versus rewards plays heavy in his decision making these days. Only those he's most loyal to would cause him to reconsider the pros and cons he weighs out in consideration of preserving his own ass. Cautious to a fault. He's constantly scheming and trying to profit for his addiction--- always looking for a new in, while making sure to have a ready out.