Appearance: Daniel stands in around average height, 5'10, yet is unusually lean for his build. His lean appearance hides what would other wise be an impressive series of muscular achievements, with thick thighs made for running and a core that was practically built for scaling and hurtling over fences. He has a notably messy mop of blonde hair, despite being cut so it never lingers below his brow there seems to be a perpetual greasiness to it. If one asked him it was a side effect from working the Lawrence mills before the hispanics turned them into legitimate businesses.

Personality: A beacon of Charlestown paranoia, Daniel trusts no one aside from his closest friend. In most situations, said fear leads to xenophobia. Aside from Castellano's eldest son, Danny boy has a healthy bucketful of nerves when it comes to Italians. If one were to ask him why, he'd simply reply with "the North Side." All of that aside, he is painfully loyal to those he trusts, to the point where it has become a fault; the man sees himself as a pitbull waiting for a word from its master. So long as there is praise waiting for him at the end of a job, Daniel will do anything to make his handler happy even if that means getting bloody at times.

The other stuff: For the most part, Daniel was raised into the Charlestown tradition. He knew how to hold up a small bank before he ever learned algebra, hell he never learned algebra. He has grown to despise it, unlike the mob, townies generally lack loyalty, organization and any sense of honor. Due to his closeness with the youth of the Castelllano family, he eventually managed to make his way into what he believed was a far more brotherly enterprise. That being said, he is coming to terms with the lack of omerta these days and has sworn himself solely to the Vengeful Prince, the only person worthy of trusting in his mind.