Danny is not a bad person, well, mostly anyway. Yes he often dips his toes in that moral grey area, the one where looking the other way for the greater good might fall, so to speak. And almost exclusively, the 'greater good' of which he is concerned with, is his own skin thanks very much. After all, ain't no one else looking out for him, if he doesn't do it, he's as good as dead. After all, twenty nine years, most of them without parents or a family to speak of, and he's still alive. Hell, he's doing pretty damn good if you ask him. He's got everything he needs, most of what he wants, and some things that are down right luxuries at this point. Like his pink hair dye that he makes himself, he's a little vain, sue him. He's cute and he more than once had made that work in his favour.

He will lie, he will cheat, and he will steal if it saves his skin, or he can profit from it. He has limits though, and he has never, nor would he ever wish too, used extreme violence or killed anyone first hand. Now, he knows some of the shit he mashes together in his old run down shack in the outskirts have some disastrous effect sometime, but to be fair, he just sells this shit, and it always comes with a warning. So he feels it ain't his fault if idiots still decide to use what he creates. He feels morally cleared cause at least everything he sells does what it says on the tin.. mostly. Almost always.

He can't fight physically, he's too smol, but he has a quick wit, a hand full of cunning, and a hell of a lot of street smarts. So he gets by well with charm, charisma, quick thinking and an even quicker tongue. So far, it's kept him alive, free and with friends in some decently high places.