Despite his baby-faced appearance, Donny is strikingly quick and strong. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite mafia goon, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true virtuoso with his selected weapons, and can hit a monkey in the eye at ninety-one meters with his .44 Magnum, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining excellent accuracy. For reference as to the Magnum's power, the slugs can can rip through armor like rice paper and put a four inch hole through a steel cooking pan at three hundred feet.

He has never bothered with trying to cast a spell in his life.

-Raging Bull .44 Magnum revolver with a Mernickle quick draw holster and seven moon clips (48 shots total) on his belt on the right side.

-Tommy Gun with two spare 100-round drums (300 shots total) slung over his back.

-Five pull-pin grenades with optional tripwires on his belt.

-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Claw hammer holstered at his belt.

-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Fifteen foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring.

-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered.

-Pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.

-Bulletproof vest.

-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.

-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.

-Satchel holding four adhesive bombs, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.

-Trenchcoat with holes in the pockets.

Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a drunken alchemist, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist necromancer. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van hit the road, moving to Las Vegas and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a mafia bookie, his audacity and ruthlessness impressing the bosses. He began as a goon and never switched professions. He was good at it. He favored physical means of dispatching targets over magic, which he has never trusted. Whenever he wasn't booking, he was killing. Any hit that was requested of him, he accepted and completed. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he was locally known as "First-Degree" Donny, a universal killer and as far as law enforcement were concerned, a veritable one-man army.

There was another reason for his infamy, however. He had a hobby. In his spare time Donny wandered the streets after dark, a claw hammer hidden inside his overcoat. He killed lone women beneath city overpasses and in motel alleyways. Being a part-time serial killer in addition to a mafia bookie naturally solidified his reputation as a high profile criminal, and he is currently on the Most Wanted list with a reward of two-million dollars on his head. Every employer that has tried to double cross Donny and cash in on this reward has been found at the bottom of a resovoir with cement shoes and a hole in their temple.

He has since taken to accepting outside jobs from further inland, and is up for hire as a hyper-efficient henchman.

Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the cold steel of his .44 Magnum. He follows orders because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is cause trouble.

He is unbelievably crafty, and as mean as an Arizona rattler. He frequently feigns emotion and warmth to stay on just the right side of socially passable by modern standards, but he has no qualms about causing a scene. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.

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