Abilities/Powers: Aomine is essentially a normal person, although he has higher physical abilities than normal. The character bible gives him 10s in physical ability, technique, and special ability (which is a perfect score). He also has 8s in stamina and mental strength! Mostly what we can get out of this is that he doesn't really think about what he does— and he can't keep it up perfectly, but he is pretty damn good at everything anyways. He isn't the final boss of the series, or anything, but he's a terrifying, nearly insurmountable obstacle for multiple characters in the series. He's mostly known as a speed demon, and also as being really good at more improvisational basketball. He can also enter The Zone, which is the state of heightened awareness and skill, where basically they can focus 100% on the game and not on anything else going on. Everyone has a trigger for this, and for Aomine his trigger is when he finds a worthy opponent.
Items/Weapons: A gravure magazine (which is basically like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit special, lots of pictures of women who are mostly undressed but not naked), an (empty) bento box, and an old Pocari Sweat bottle (but at least it has a screw top).
Sample Entry Two: Daiki woke up disoriented. He hadn't remembered falling asleep after watching the quarter finals— after watching Kaijou lose to Seirin. That match hadn't even been boring, although what he'd really been interested in was the final match with Rakuzan. But now— well, this definitely wasn't his bed in his parents' house. For one thing, his room at home didn't have six beds in it. And for another, his mattress at home wasn't this hard.
But it took him waking up a little more to fully register what was wrong with this situation. The sharp pain in his back turned out to be a cellphone— but it wasn't his cell, which made it all the more strange. He was about to go digging around under the bed to figure out if this phone was a prank or a dud (his real phone just had to be hidden, he'd never be stupid enough to lose it), when he saw the window out of a corner of his eye—
He'd think this was a dream, except that stupid phone being a pain in his back would have woken him up from it for sure. And although that sign (that weird, creepy sign, and Daiki didn't just find anything creepy) said that he was safe, he knew it wasn't true. It was way too quiet for that.
Aomine Daiki | Kuroko no Basket | Not Reserved | 3/3
Items/Weapons: A gravure magazine (which is basically like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit special, lots of pictures of women who are mostly undressed but not naked), an (empty) bento box, and an old Pocari Sweat bottle (but at least it has a screw top).
Sample Entry: Haven test drive thread
Sample Entry Two: Daiki woke up disoriented. He hadn't remembered falling asleep after watching the quarter finals— after watching Kaijou lose to Seirin. That match hadn't even been boring, although what he'd really been interested in was the final match with Rakuzan. But now— well, this definitely wasn't his bed in his parents' house. For one thing, his room at home didn't have six beds in it. And for another, his mattress at home wasn't this hard.
But it took him waking up a little more to fully register what was wrong with this situation. The sharp pain in his back turned out to be a cellphone— but it wasn't his cell, which made it all the more strange. He was about to go digging around under the bed to figure out if this phone was a prank or a dud (his real phone just had to be hidden, he'd never be stupid enough to lose it), when he saw the window out of a corner of his eye—
He'd think this was a dream, except that stupid phone being a pain in his back would have woken him up from it for sure. And although that sign (that weird, creepy sign, and Daiki didn't just find anything creepy) said that he was safe, he knew it wasn't true. It was way too quiet for that.