The young man's height is 6'1" and he has short black hair and brown eyes. His face is cleanshaven and his expression is friendly. Danny often smells of a citrus woody-amber scent, a spicy fragrance combining notes of mandarin and lemon with jasmine, cardamom and nutmeg over a base of musk and patchouli. The garments he is wearing today consist of plain slacks, a belt, street shoes & socks, and a dress shirt. A long leather duster is draped over his shoulders, the material shimmering just a touch.

History:

Danny's dad worked in a casino in Reno as former president of operations of the Montecito Resort and Casino, and a former member of the board of directors and his mom was the former head pit boss of the Montecito and was often described as "the best pit boss in Reno”. Along with his siblings, an older brother and younger sister, Reno was their playground.

Both of his parents were awakened and members of a prominent local chantry, who did not hide the truth from their children and over time they showed signs of awakening. Danny from a young age knew how to luck with flair so that most people did not take it the wrong way when he beat them at… well, just about anything where the money’s on the line. It’s always been this way for him.

By the time he was a teenager, Danny had a fake ID and a tour route that took him to casinos around the US, and then around the world. (He finished school by correspondence — it was a joke, especially math.) And being raised in casinos, he knew what happened to people who were too lucky, so he never stayed in one place for too long.

He had had lucky streaks before, but they were never this lucky. You see everyone who gambles has their rituals. From the smart set of Monaco to the slot machine junkies of Atlantic City, everyone in the life has a superstition or two when they try to sway lady luck to their side. Danny thought he was different, he had a "system" He had lost when the numbers four, nine and thirteen had come up. It did not have anything to do with the game he was playing, like for example playing blackjack after his fourth martini could do him in.

These seemed superstitious to him, and between wins, he invested in a good laptop and other things, and educated himself in everything from psychology to probability theory. The fruit of this research was a computer program that looked at astrology, biorhythms and the rules of any game he planned to play to come up with recommendations on the winners and losers. It was then it came back to bite Danny in the ass. Using this, he got rich, and then he got cocky.

When he was 19, he had taken a casino for over a hundred and fifty grand. He staggered back to his hotel room dazed and found it was ransacked and his computer was missing. Of course, his immediate threat was a group of leg breakers waiting in his room. How was he supposed to know the Gam Lung had a stake in the last three places he played blackjack? They were mad — gun-shooting, limb-chopping mad. But he wasn’t so lazy he forgot what to do in this situation. Danny had spun out of a grip, helped one guy stab the other, and shot a third, however, none of these were life-threatening wounds and he paid the price for it, the last thing he remembers before passing out from their beating and the chair he was tied to was a Hindu man calmly walking in, who they seemed to recognize and telling them that he was now in his care.

When Danny woke up, he was in an unfamiliar location, his wounds were bandaged and there was his missing laptop. The man had looked to him and said that he needed to exercise his gift with more discretion and that he had his eye on him for awhile. That was Danny's Diksha, he was beaten near death, and the hands that nursed him back to health were that of the Lhaksmi, and he learned that as lucky as he was, he had a lot to learn. And so Danny endured his mentor-ship with the Lhaksmi and he was taught how to spin the wheel with a purpose, with lady luck in style as an agent of fortune with an eye to the greater good. He found out the cards, these games of chance are a metaphor for life and there is always another hand to be had.