Danny

Current
Phoenixes are extinct.

That's what everyone keeps saying, anyways. Best that they believe it. Besides, it's very difficult to gauge a person when everyone else like them is either dead or in hiding, and that's (usually) a good thing. But even so, there's something about Danny that's off from the typical rabble of monsterdom.

First, there's that niggling little fact that he didn't heed the call of The Mother (Of All).

Now how could that be? Well. That's something for the Hunters to figure out. And since those people who know about him are either dead (not by his hand!) or sworn to secrecy, it's a matter that will simply have to wait. Regardless, it certainly helped to stall what rumors there were of his supernatural liaisons and blood orgies with vampires and the like. (Likely he was just taking out his laundry).

As far as anyone else knows, Hunters included, Danny has lived in and around Boston all of his life. He has worked for or owned an occult shop (The Reliquary) in the downtown area for some (seven-ish) years now, which is full of stinky herbs, questionable books, and a variety of other sundries mundanes would rather not think about. There's an impressive collection of gifts and crystals as well, though! So the shop does see a bit of traffic. There's also the fact that Danny himself is strikingly handsome and perpetually youthful, but. It's really about the shop. Really.

There's also this tiny little detail that because of his association with the shop, Danny holds what is arguably the most abundant collection of artifacts and lore on the East Coast. Collected from his predecessors and bartered for from traveling Hunters who happen to come across his name, the archive of knowledge Danny houses is usually in high demand. However, 'high demand' doesn't necessarily mean people won't look for other avenues, because dealing with Danny is tricky: He always demands something in return - far more than his predecessors ever did. And when you deal with a lore master who knows way more than you do, it's likely you don't have much to barter with. This is generally how he keeps away undesirables who might dig too deeply into the depths of his background.

Over the course of his career as a researcher of the supernatural and sometime Hunter, Danny has acquired a number of artifacts that he wears on his person. All of his jewelry (earrings, necklace, bracelets, etc.) and tattoos (of which he has several) have supernatural properties and significance - mostly for protection.

Past
For those who have been keeping track, it was sometime in 2004 when Danny began working at "The Reliquary," despite no one having ever heard of him previously. He looks much the same then as he does now, so conventional wisdom puts his age in the late twenties or early thirties. He apprenticed beneath the last shopkeeper for a few months, an aging man by the name of Arthur Keaton, who then packed up and disappeared some time later.

While Arthur did say good-bye to his more beloved patrons, the circumstances surrounding his retirement remain a bit vague. He quoted 'family matters' and a desire to 'see the world before he died' as his excuses for leaving. Regardless, life at the shop continued in more or less the same manner once Danny took over: Arthur had been somewhat more sentimental than Danny, and tended to help Hunters with less conditions, but the shop was still a business, and he demanded payment all the same.

Besides, no one ever likes a change in management.

Personality
Danny is streetwise, perceptive, quick-witted, but also very serious. He is full of life, and can be quite fun despite any nay-saying, but only if if he's not busy being guarded. The man is universally practical in his dealings and very down-to-earth; it's a survival trait. When you cater to people who might want to kill you as soon as they figure out what you are, a bit of caution is in order.

But that issue aside, Danny is a true lore master, and collects whatever knowledge he can for the sheer joy of it (though he does have his own agenda). Despite this, he isn't truly a cloistered douche. Hearsay may prattle on that he's impossible to work with and has an iron grip on the shop's archive, but the truth is that he isn't exactly tight-lipped when information is necessary to save lives. He's a nice guy. He just prefers to work Alone, and demands that uninvited people stay out of his personal life.

Also, he's an amazing singer. You should hear him on karaoke night.

Stats

 * Grace: 5
 * Dynamic: 2
 * Static: 3
 * Lore: 8
 * Dynamic: 2
 * Static: 2
 * Puissance: 7
 * Dynamic: 2
 * Static: 3
 * Savvy: 8
 * Dynamic: 3
 * Static: 3
 * Vitality: 8
 * Dynamic: 3
 * Static: 5

Canon Racial Abilities

 * Incineration by touch.
 * Long lived and impervious to things that would kill a human (gunshot, hanging). Serious injuries will cause him to 'die,' though he will invariably rise from the dead.
 * In effect, superhuman stamina: He can take any amount of punishment until he would die without stopping. Once he's dead, his previous body incinerates, and he is reborn from the ashes. The timing on this varies.

Additional Racial Abilities

 * Immune to heat and fire. Some resistance to extreme cold. But it's still cold.
 * Can heal any other being.
 * Can spontaneously glow or create fire on or around him.
 * Can return to his true form: An enormous raptor with glorious plumage. Which he doesn't do for obvious reasons.
 * Can fascinate or calm people who listen to him sing.

Personal Abilities

 * Access to rituals and spells.
 * Namely: Artifact Creation/Enchanting, Exorcism, Locating, Summoning.
 * Access to wards and glyphs.
 * Namely: Banishing, Binding, Warding/Protection.
 * Access to Enochian (among other languages).

Weaknesses

 * Iron (can be bound and held at bay by).
 * Angels, presumably. At the very least they can force him to "die."
 * Can be Killed by The Colt.

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