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| 2009-04-19 18:58 |
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I want a cupcake like this, un.
& I'm REALLY bored. I hate sundays.
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I guess....
Cops aren't all bad, un. *
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| 2009-02-25 13:11 |
| [APP] // [OOC] |
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Character Application
Character Name [Canonly Written]: Deidara.
Age: 20.
Affiliation: NA.
Alignment: NA. (but would be chaotic neutral).
Sexual Preference: A/Bi-sexual.
Personality:
In a few words: eccentric, loud, egotistical, snappy, childish and deep. Deidara isn't an open book, even if he tries to make it seem that way. He has a lot of bad habits but he's so much more than those. He's one of those people who are just filled to the brim with passion. Everything he does, as long as it's something he enjoys, is done 200%.
His ways are a bit on the quirky side and often times misunderstood, masked behind his loud mouth and huge ego. But once the curses and the snappy attitude are stripped away, Deidara is a really deep individual who despite his 'attempt' to grow up - probably never will.
Appearance has a lot to do with his personality. He wears a lot of bright colors, eccentric clothing that he probably fashioned himself. His long blond hair usually is pulled up or hangs partially in his face to cover his rather girlish features. He isn't very tall either which often gets him confused with girls. He's really lean but - he can definitely defend himself if need be. After all, anyone who runs his mouth the way he does, sure as hell better be able to back it up.
Deidara is also pretty insecure even though he doesn't let it on, and he's not even that bad of a guy. He does bad things but his heart isn't bad. He gets angry when he's actually sad. He laughs when he's uncomfortable. He cries when he's frustrated (though, you will NEVER see him cry).
He just doesn't want to fit into any ones mold. He wants to make his own. Live his life and do what he thinks is best for himself. Which sometimes isn't the best...
History:
Deidara was born to a wealthy Lawyer of a father and an Artist of a mother. His father worked a lot and thus gave him more time to spend with his mother. He would go to school and take the bus downtown to his mothers art gallery where she had to constantly remind him to do his homework and not draw till they got home. This was where he got his passion for art. Till he was ten years old, this continued and every single time Deidara tried to get attention from his father he was always given the same response - "I can't deal with that right now, go show your mother." That was, if he got any response at all. He was used to getting doors closed in his face and being told that art was a waste of time.
Sadly, his mother didn't exactly give the effort to defend her son in these matters because even she was too busy to pay attention.
Deidara's passion for art never ceased but as he got older, he began to rebel. But why did it matter right? It wasn't like anyone gave a damn. Sure, they would get calls from his teachers and ground him from things but, that never stopped him from sneaking out his window to go hang out with his 'friends'. Some were his friends, but most of them weren't.
It's true what they say; if you have a bad home life and don't feel like your own parents care about you, you push people away. Deidara was very social despite it all but he kept everyone at a distance. Junior high was where everything began to really go downhill for the blond art-lover. He stopped doing most of his school work and just barely made sure he did enough to pass the school year. This continued on through high-school.
One afternoon, Deidara ditched school to go hang out with a few of his friends down near a construction site where they could smoke pot and not be bothered. That was the day he found himself utterly fascinated by explosions. Sure he had always liked fire, fireworks and all of that but there was something really beautiful about watching a building that had probably been standing there for decades, turn into a mountain of rubble in a matter of seconds but physically looked like it was all in slow motion. Naturally, his creative process began to come up with little idea's of his own and he began a little hobby of making mini-bombs whenever he was bored.
No, he didn't want to tear down buildings for the rest of his life. He wanted to create.
So the obvious thing to do was, now that his parents were pretty much out of the picture (not that they ever really were) and he was now eighteen, Deidara picked up odd jobs and got himself an apartment. It wasn't anything spectacular but it was enough to make due while he went to the local Art Academy.
The jobs however, were hardly legal. Or at least some of them weren't. Drugs were easy to get a hold of, and they were even easier to sell. He also worked in a bar part time, it started off as just cleaning up but when the owner saw he had a knack for customer service, he hired him on as a bartender. Surprisingly, the tips weren't so bad and he was able to snark at drunk people without caring about it because they would forget in 2.5 seconds later anyway.
However, because of the drugs - he had been arrested a few times so he was very very familiar with the inside of the police station. During these instances, his father would step up and pay bail just because he couldn't afford to have his son's name plastered all over.
Now - he's currently going to the Art Academy and consistently getting into little bouts of trouble while trying to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do with his life.
PB model: Takeru from SuG
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