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[b]Name:[/b] Danny McEllis 

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Specialty:[/b] Telekinesis and hardcore Dark Souls runs

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At 5”9 and weighing only 120lbs, he's clearly not built for punching baddies to death, or even for bravely sprinting to safety. Really, there's nothing about him that stands out to any degree, except maybe his thick dreadlocked hair and bright blue eyes. He tries to make up for it with a pseudo-edgy style, but he lacks the kind of dedication to anti-fashion that someone really needs to pull that kind of thing off properly. He favours dark colours and shirts bought from Redbubble that reference obscure fandom jokes along with hard-wearing boots that have seen better days.

[b]Bio:[/b] The kid's got a bad reputation. Ask any of his classmates and they'll tell you, that 'stuff' just seems to happen around Danny McEllis. People get hurt. Things get broken. Yet, other than skulking at the back of class and having a few scathing comments to say now and then again, he doesn't seem to actually [i]do[/i] anything bad to anyone. He's got no history of bullying, never been suspended, rarely even catches detention. So what gives?

Well, you got to go back a way for that. Second grade is a good start.

Before that, Danny was just a shy kid that rarely spoke up and spent a lot of time daydreaming in class, doodling in textbooks instead of taking notes. He'd had a rough start to his schooling, being the kid whose mom had run off when he was a baby and whose dad was kind of distant and inattentive at times. Poor too, can't underestimate the effect that can have on a developing personality. Having some siblings would have helped, but he was an only child; he had a few friends and they played D&D very badly together on weekends, so he was doing okay. 

Then, Garry Robeson threw a soccer ball straight into his face. Ha-ha funny, pick on the shy kid with thrift-store clothes, whatever. Thing is though, the ball ended up slamming into Garry's face instead. Broke his nose, made him cry, just like you might expect with stupid kids. The others there swore blind that the ball reversed direction mid-air without anyone touching it. Like it was magic, or something. 

And well, it kind of [i]was[/i].

Okay, might be good to go back a bit further, before mom left and when Danny was still sleeping in a crib. Things moved around a lot, especially when he was upset. It's hard to get a good night's sleep when every time the kid cries, doors start slamming all over the house and things fall off of shelves. Maybe that had something to do with his mom leaving. The only person who could say anything about that is his dad, and he wasn't talking. 

Actually, he didn't talk about anything much. A nice guy, mostly, though rather distant and maybe not well equipped for raising a son on his own. Just about every piece of advice the man has ever given amounts to “Ignore it and it'll go away,” or “Stop being weird,” or “You'll never get a job with a haircut like that.” Thing is, Danny likes his hair, problems usually get worse if you ignore them, and he can't exactly stop being 'weird' any more than he can stop having four fingers and a thumb on each hand.

'Weird' is such a loaded term, really. Doesn't tell you anything much about what kind of 'weird' you're dealing with. It probably isn't best suited to describe someone who can do magic. Or maybe it's not magic, it's just the fundamental forces of the universe that most of humankind hasn't gotten a handle on. Whatever you might call it, the kid could do it. As long as it meant moving things around without physically touching them, anyway. A shame, because being able to throw fireballs would be pretty cool, wouldn't it? 

But anyway, second grade was the first time he really slipped up and let it out. His dad always said that everyone would hate him if they knew how 'weird' he was, and it turned out that he was kind of right about that. After that – well, it didn't really matter what he did, or didn't do. Any accident that befell anyone would magically be Danny's fault, whether he was even in the room at the time. That time that Jade Sinclair fell down the stairs and broke her leg? Danny McEllis did it. When the quarterback ran face-first into the goalpost in practice and bust his nose? Danny McEllis did it. When the heating broke down in January and it was just really, really cold for a week? Danny McEllis did it. Just hum the theme to The Omen when you see him, it's funny.

Yeah, sure.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he lived somewhere else. The whole place was always a little 'off'. Seemed like the kids could see what the adults couldn't, that things there weren't always rational and couldn't be explained by “It was just a wild animal attack” or “muggers” or “a really big bird did it.” Maybe in a different place the kids wouldn't have been so quick to assume literal magic shenanigans were afoot. Or maybe kids are just mean, wherever they are. How would he know? He's never lived anywhere else.

He went a bit off the rails after that. Not a lot, just the usual edgelord stuff. You know – being kind of an asshole to others, unfriendly and hard to get to know: Building up a protective wall between himself and the world. After all, Leah Jones farted once in homeroom in first grade and had been known as Gasser ever since – once a reputation sticks, you're done for. Might as well wear the mantle. At least there's some merit to being able to push an aggressive wannabe-bully clear across the room, it's hard to see how Gasser Jones gets any benefit for her 'talent'. 

Thank god for the internet. Online he's known as LightningSpear and he makes tutorials for no-death runs in the Dark Souls games. He's written fanfiction about Solaire of Astoria and posted often-referenced theories on the Drangleic royals. He's even got a Patreon. Funny how it's easy to have literally thousands of followers and pseudo-friends when no one knows anything about him... None of them would probably ever believe that the friendly, talkative and fiercely loyal fandom geek was such a weirdo at school.

Well, okay, there are some kids at school who aren't so bad. But like with everyone else, it's probably only a matter of time until they leave too.

Right now, he's just waiting for highschool to finally end so he can do something else with his life. Not that he knows that that 'something' is going to be. It's best not to think too hard about how he's much too poor to go to college, and nowhere near bright enough for a scholarship. Best not to think about how he'll probably end up with a passing grade about good enough for a life of low-paid manual labour and no health insurance like his dad. Or about how it's pretty likely that he'll never leave Washington.

[b]Notes:[/b] Danny hasn't been spending time fighting the supernatural, he [i]is[/i] the supernatural. Or a small piece of it, at least. A fairly harmless one, unless you happen to be a cup on an unreasonably high shelf that is desperate to remain on an unreasonably high shelf. He has no interest in occultism or the like, since it's something he's just always had; like how a person who can speak Swedish doesn't spend time learning how to speak Swedish. He's got no real combat skills, outside of a particular sphere of gaming where he's a borderline savant. Despite being moody and generally projecting a neon sign that reads GO AWAY, at heart he's a nerdy kid who just really wants to have friends, so he's not half as unapproachable as he pretends to be. 
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