Name: Dan Davis - Angel

Gender: Male
Age: 12
Ethnicity: Caucasian 
Hair: Ginger 
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5ft 2in
Build: Broad, but mostly like any other skinny pre-teen
Other Features: Calloused hands

Nationality: British
Home: Los Angeles - Low standard home  
Job: He still attends school. His fathers a writer. His mothers a mechanic.

Education: New kid in the local middle school, he's a diligent pupil and prefers History and English.

Background:
Dan started as a quiet, introverted boy. He was quiet, polite, but barely spoke with anyone. He instead devoured books as if they were all that kept him alive. By the age of seven he had read Lord of the Rings (twice), the Chronicles of Narnia, got halfway through War and Peace before deciding it was boring, and anything else he could get his hands on. Bullies were a problem, but he never felt threatened or hurt by them, so he never told anyone, even when they started punching. But Dan wasn't weak, or cowardly. All the books he'd read had impressed upon him values that he felt people should live by. Honour. Respect. He was only introverted because most people didn't seem to live up to those ideals. He was smaller than most people, so he couldn't just fight, but the only weapons that were available, were sticks. So he used that. He searched until he found just the right one, about 5 and a half feet long, straight and made of yew. It took ages to smooth it down to the point where he could grip it properly, and even longer to strip the bark back. He spent hours everyday, in his own little world, learning how to use it. Hour after hour, day after day, and he was only eight at the time. No one seemed to notice how he seemed to get stronger, his shoulders broadened, his hands became tough. It took him ten times longer than it would have done under formal training, but this was his task, his quest, and he wasn't going to back down. 
It wasn't until he was nine that he decided to use it. The kids had grown bolder and bolder as they realised that he wasn't going to do anything about it if they attacked him. There were about five or six of them that time, and they all laughed when he rushed to grab his stick from where he'd hidden it. The ambulance took a while to arrive. Some of the kids nearly died. Dan was fine. 
After a lengthy trip to the police station, his parents demanded that he have someone teach him how to do it properly, or cease doing it at all. They took him to a local place, and again, most of the students laughed when he asked to fight one of the older boys. The teacher thought it might do him some good to learn humility, so he asked the older boy to try not to hurt Dan. It was very much the other way around.
The teacher was Masau, an old Japanese man who had come to England to retire, the rigour demanded in Japanese training not so present in local English clubs. It was him who taught Dan the principles of martial arts, that they were created to ensure peace, so that a man might live without oppression. This appealed very much to Dan's moral code, and he would listen for hours to what Masau had to say. He never learned much actual hand-to-hand, preferring his stick. Others insisted that it was a Bo, but to him it would always be his stick, and he would always practice the art of Stickjitsu.
Having spent almost all of his life previously in England, it was a shock when his dad's visa ran out and they had to move to the US. His parents had never actually got married, but they naturally accompanied him back, and they are in the middle of planning the wedding. While his mother establishes herself at a garage, and his father works on his book, Dan finds himself back where he started, alone, in a strange place, with no friends, and a naively high sense of morality. 

Personality
If you get to know him, you'll find that Dan is a very thoughtful, contemplative and intelligent boy. He will always help someone in need, and has a strong sense of right and wrong. He can, however, have a tendency to set himself on fire trying to brighten someone else's world.

Other stuff
He still has his original stick, and it is the only one he ever uses.