DON'T GET CAUGHT IN FOREIGN TOWERS
AGE APPROX: 16-17 years
STATUS: severe migraines, check
ANGST LEVEL: Kamui being, uh, Kamui makes him sad in the pants. And then it didn't. And then-- well, and then it didn't really matter anymore.
LIFE EXPECTANCY: the most effective remedy for migraine relief is amputation of the offending limb.
Nephew of Aoki Seiichirou and self-proclaimed Hinoto groupie, there's nothing better than a boy who's willing to pull the stick out of Kamui's ass and beat him with it. Hard. On alternate weekdays. Even if it means a tangled arm on Daisuke's part-- all for a better tomorrow! And happy sugar cookies and rainbows, bridge not included.
However, Wishes are funny things-- especially when a Death one comes at the protection of a dreamgazer you're born and sworn to serve. But Daisuke still manages to make the most of his teenage self and bare teeth at Fuuma till the very end. Check off bitch slappin' some sense into Kamui, and his resume is as peachy keen as peachy be.
When we say MALE CHECK!! Daisuke can be proud to respond. Sandy blond and well framed, he makes the most of the non-prettyboy and levels it out with his very own windmachine and the most adorable boyblush this side of good. Ah, the promise of muscle in a young CLAMP male-- what is the world coming to? (THE END, chorus.)
Control of the air and wind elements is a family trait, and though not a Master like his uncle, Daisuke can pull his own weigth anyday. Just not against the Kamuis, sadly, in every messy little bits of decapitation sense of the word.
THE SMARTS AND THE SOCIAL:
Sensible as hell-- uh, a very sensible hell, mind you-- and an anchor in this madness; the boy is sensitive to others, but still willing to slap them around if needed. Go Daisuke! Show them the wonders of common sense! ♥ Not much known in terms of schooling, though, at least not like the other teenaged players at this End of the World. Though-- mmm, schoolboy uniform, yes?
THE CASH FLOW:
You can't even sell his body to science because they've not managed to recover it from the wreckage! Bad move there, Daisuke. Should deluding yourself with his survival be part of the divine master plan, then-- being the windmachine for models seems right up his alley? If not, make humble and move into his temple or family clan or whatever those windmasters are. Or have him foist you off on Hinoto! Or, hide underneath his bed! You know you would.
Of course he would be fabulous. Sensible and responsible and other such wonderfully manly apron-wearing ways. Pull Daisuke away from his precious dreamgazer, and I'm sure he'll be glad to help.
Aoki Seiichirou (uncle; happily intact); other than that, there's not been much said.
... Hinoto? Squeemish or not, Daisuke seems rather attached to her, and, well, he did give up head and home for the dreamgazer. Oh, woe.
I bet there's a tiger lying underneath all that cover, no? Oh, you know it to be true. The sweet and sensitive side comes into play here, though not quite tempering the brusque and forceful nature. And bring in the fun of his windmachine and you've got some lovin' straight out of Hollywood! Daisuke, time for my close up, BAYBEE.
Head on a plate.
Head on a plate.
Head on a plate.