Daniel Adeniran

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Group: Students: Grey Shirts - Level 0

Game: XAB - X-Men: A Beginning

Other Names

Dayo, the Nigerian name he was given.

Height & Weight

1.8m and 60kg

Appearance & Personal Stats

Brown eyes, bleach blond hair

Occupation

Student

Nationality

American, mother from Nigeria

Background

Raised in a staunchly muslim home, Danny's mother tells everyone she is a widow. His life was pretty normal for a kid growing up in the poorer parts of Brooklyn. His Ma worked hard, he studied hard, tried to stay out of trouble, not always successfully but it was never anything serious.
Danny was thrown out after he was revealed to be a mutant when he got caught up in the crossfire of a gang dispute. His clothes were torn to shreds by bullets and he had been run down a car, but there wasn't a mark on him.
Obviously he was possessed by a demon and his ma disowned him and threw him out to fend for himself on the streets.

Skills

Cookery - Daniel wants to be a chef and was one year into a catering course when his life went belly up.
Basketball, always liked playing hoops with his friends.
Art, drawing specifically.
Reading, since becoming homeless Danny has discovered what books are really all about.
Yoga - with his faith shaken to it's roots Daniel is looking for a spiritual salve.

Powers

Super strength
Incredible stamina
Unbreakable skin

Miscellaneous Information

Danny's Powers Awake
The huge SUV accelerated over the grass towards an under-twelves football game, as the guy riding shotgun pointed his Skorpion out of the passenger side window. The compact machine gun was a short-range weapon, designed for close-quarter work like spraying bullets up a staircase when you're clearing a building. But people don't know that kind of stuff. Danny had no clue. All anyone knew was the sound of gunfire and the orange flashes around the muzzle.
The under-twelves scattered; mums on the touchline screamed. Only the referee stood still, hands on hips and whistle in mouth, until he figured that blowing wasn't going to stop the four-tonne SUV ploughing towards him and he began to run.
Whilst the big 4x4 had been used to batter its way onto the pitches, the Mitsubishi Evo behind it had better acceleration. As the ref scrambled away, the yellow car swerved and went after him. The ref looked desperately back over his shoulder as the powerful car closed down on him. Danny made it there first and pushed the man out of the way a split second before the car smashed into his legs.
An audible jubilant whoop went up from inside as Danny flew over the bonnet of the Evo and did a full 360-degree flip before slamming down in the mud. The Evo made a slight course correction before the driver floored the accelerator, aiming for boys in shorts and mums heading for the protection of a line of trees nearby.
Meantime the SUV and the Jeep Cherokee running behind it threw up mud as the driver ploughed on towards the first team. The players were scattering.
Most of the first-teamers turned a blind eye to their club chairman being a major villain. But turning a blind eye becomes hard when six guys with knives and
bats jump out of a Jeep and start chasing after you.
Fortunately, most of the first-teamers were fitter than their masked pursuants and their studs gave them better traction in the mud. But an opposition player got cornered near the perimeter wall, whilst another player who'd run towards the under-twelves pitch to make sure that his kid brother was safe lost his footing and found three men surrounding him.
The player put his hands up to defend himself, but before he knew it he was taking a savage beating.
Danny was covered in mud but was otherwise unhurt. That was a lucky escape. He didn’t understand how but gift horses mouths and all that… He made off at a run as he had seen a small figure in football gear cowering behind a trash can.
The guy leading the raid fired his machine gun into the front windows of the clubhouse, splintering the bar and sending a cascade of glass on to the polished wooden floor.
The opposition goalkeeper screamed fewer than ten metres away from him, and
Danny was horrified to see a streak of blood where he'd been dragged across the floodlit grass by his hair as he reached the kid. The boy was terrified and Danny assured him he was one of the good guys but they had to get out of there. Staying low, because the small boy’s football kit was starkly white even in this low light the pair snuck towards the perimeter past the clubhouse.
Danny felt sick as he looked to the poorly lit pitches where he had watched his friend Giancarlo play on a Sunday so many times. Now he watched the players scrambling over a wall as someone from the Jeep fired a shotgun at them.
He could hear orders being shouted to find the main man here before finally someone said “He must have got away.”
If the lunatic running this attack had sent the two cars in from each side of the playing field, the people here would have been caught in a pincer and the raid probably would have turned into the bloodbath they had clearly been hoping for.
“Get outta there,” a voice shouted. “It's going up.”
Danny heard a whoosh of fire in the adjoining clubhouse as petrol bombs were thrown. As he ducked past the back doors, a flaming bottle spun wildly across the muddy floor, turning into a fireball as it shattered beneath the changing bench and set light to a nylon backpack.
By the time Danny and the boy had cleared the flaming
building and made it to the parking lot the entire back wall of the clubhouse was ablaze and the metal roof struts were buckling from the heat. He saw the two gun wielding thugs too late and managed to cover the kid with his own body as the machine pistol and pump action shotgun opened up.

The cops eventually showed up, the kid was fine and surprisingly so was Danny. But the damage to his clothing was all too obvious, he had taken some serious firepower and come out unscathed. The referee also described how Danny had been hit full on by a speeding car.
The kid’s mom had showed up and screamed at Danny ‘Get away from my boy you monster’.
Still maybe it was a mom thing as when the police dropped him off at home his own mother had thrown him out without clothing or money.

That was eighteen months ago.

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