My name is Daniel Sebastian McAbre, and this is an insight into my life. Little Danny (yeah... that's me) was about three years of age when something stepped into his life that would change it forever, and of those surrounding him. They say three is the year where you can begin to consciously remember things, and also the year from when you can formulate your own actions, and Karma... To top it all off, it was a leap year, and lil' Danny was born on February the 29th.
His father was a drunkard priest who repeatedly raped the choir girls and black mailed them in various ways so they wouldn't spill. His mother was one of those girls, who eventually died after giving birth to Daniel. A week later his father was sentenced to death after the police found out about it, leaving Daniel alone in this cold world.
An orphanage was to be Danny's new home, that is, until a certain day arrived. It was almost midnight when the nuns jokingly gossiped about Dan's terrible history, not noticing him creaking open a door. His feeble mind couldn't truly perceive the context of their words. But as the clock was about to strike midnight, one of the nuns came to get him, only to be left with a devastating expression when they see him standing between the door angle. Gong... Gong... Gong... The bells entering midnight hour struck three times before the orphanage sitting atop a hill was struck by a lightning bolt. The pace burned to ashes before the firemen arrived, and the nuns and children he played with too. Only one person was left barely breathing beneath a clog of wood that fell from the roof, the nun that gossiped. As Danny tried to instinctively pull her out, nonetheless, she went berserk and scratched his face, leaving three scars on his left eye like a curse mark.
Another ten years pass before Danny realizes what truly happened at that time, as once again tragedy seemed to befall him. The girl he had a crush on came to an unpleasant end, a day before he happily wanted to ask her out. On a different occasion, Daniel seemed to be top of his class, while some people he couldn't stand kept getting worse and worse. The incident that happened when he was three, was due to his incredible misfortune, or the uncontrolled direction thereof. Even though his life is enthralled with hardships, deep down Dan is still an upright person, fighting the good fight... under his circumstances. The nickname he was given in college was very fitting, they called him "The Good Loser", due to the fact that he seemed to never win, and always took it with a (fake) smile. What no one knew, was that he truly won at something, the others around would lose (probably their life).
The day Daniel graduated from College his foster parents were murdered for being near a crime scene. Fortune was unjust with poor little Daniel, but things were about to change. It would seem as if fate once again stepped into his life, as a fairly well dressed man pulled up in a car informing Daniel on the life-insurance his foster parents had. He was now a made man, but if he wanted to prevent further atrocities, he would need to cause some minuscule ones of his own.
Today you can find him roaming through cities so the karma he has doesn't bundle up at one place or the other, trying to commit some felonies here to prevent other big time crimes from happening., helping grandma's across the street there. The weird thing about all this was, he doesn't seem to have aged, even though his birthday was on the 29th of February, 1956 (1+9+5+6 = 21, his remaining outter appearance). Quite possibly, Daniel might be immortal...
"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes... "
Super Powers: Losing, Bad Luck, Instant Karma, Karma Cut, Karma Calling, Danse Macabre
To somehow keep his Karma in check Daniel paid a visit to the eastern continent, to commit himself to further studying. After years of training in Wing Chun, Tai-Chi, Baji-Quan and Tiger Style / Kempo Kung-Fu Danny grew more accustomed to his natural talent, leaving his karma in perfect balance for him to control. In the most recent decade he has returned to his roots, where his family seemed to originate from. The Sicilian mafia. Growing up in their ranks, he also became proficient in Savate, a common Mafia martial art.
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