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Deidara ([info]artgasming) wrote,
@ 2009-09-21 23:03:00

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Character's Name: Deidara
Character's Age: Eighteen
Character's Model: Miku
Year in School: Freshman
Major / Minor: Chemistry / 3D Art (with a focus on sculpture)
Clubs / Activities / Job?: He does some odd jobs, but never specifiys what exactly. [Publically known] Part-time job at an arcade, where he winds up blowing half his earned money on shooting games.

Background History:
Deidara remembers first seeing the beauty of True Art when he was four. His father worked on the destruction of buildings ("It's less expensive to knock a hotel down and rebuild it than to fix it while it's standing," he'd explained) and brought Deidara to watch one day. His mother had died during childbirth so until he started school he had to be with his father most of the time. "It's a shame she's dead," he'd said when he was finally old enough to understand, "I want a little brother so he can be just like me, yeah."

When Deidara was eight, news was delivered to him by his landlady that there had been a terrible accident, and his father had gotten stuck inside one of the buildings when it went down. "Really?" he'd asked. "It must have been awesome, yeah. If theres any way to go--" It was then he'd found out that not everyone shared his opinion on True Art. Obviously, everyone had to be stupid. When Deidara looks back on his father, he admits he was a pretty cool, artistic guy.

He was allowed to continue living with there. The landlady kept an eye on him, cooked, and did her best to mother him despite Deidara assuring her that he could take care of himself. He had little interest in school, starting to skip classes and entire days at a young age. The teachers, at first, were sympathetic for his 'situation' and passed him with low grades. Once he'd gotten older, and the teachers less understanding, he conned friends into doing the work. Deidara paid them back with errands, and by getting the landlady to make them lunch (he could take care of himself, but she was a fine cook). Since he was hardly there, his teachers never found out that Deidara was barely literate. (This, however, never seemed to hinder his ability to understand chemicals. Perhaps it was because of an obsession, or a specialised genius that came only to a person as mental as he is.)

One interest he'd kept through the years was his love for True Art. Often, he'd go out into areas of town where the cops didn't dare to head, to go mess with chemicals and set off fireworks. He'd once had to go to the hospital because he'd hurt his eye when he'd guessed the size of an explosion wrongly and didn't get out of the range where debris would be flying in time. Being only fourteen, the cops didn't suspect him for being the one who had set the explosives up, and he got away with them thinking he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, he has a busted eye, but it isn't completely blind. It was because of that he started wearing his hair in front of his eye; it was less irritating to see nothing with that eye than to see poorly.

He gained skills in things he never should have needed, like hot-wiring cars and tricking security cameras by getting them to glitch as he snuck by. With these skills he terrorised the rich neighbourhood not too far off from the landlady's apartments, but never seemed to turn his trickery on the landlady's home. It wasn't necessarily a respect for the woman so much as it was him thinking it wouldn't be any fun to pick on an old lady.

Why he decided to go to college, nobody but Deidara really knows. Maybe it was to appease the old woman, who still writes him letters that he never responds to, or maybe it was just to get the fuck out of there and discover new territory. It might have something to do with a ring he received in an envelope one day (slipped under his door, though the landlady sure as hell didn't put it there), that he's worn on his right pointer finger like it has some sort of significance to him that no one else knows.

He doesn't take his classes seriously, and scoffs at all the art students like he has something to teach them, and as far as Deidara is concerned: he does.


Personality/Likes & Dislikes:
Deidara is not the kind of person meant to be in normal society, which is to say (less kindly put): he is insane. His morals are warped if they are at all existent, and he holds little concern for things that regular people might consider important, such as killing people or animals in explosions he himself set off. He can't stop his Art just because people got in the way, and honestly thinks that those who die by explosions should be thankful to have gone out how they did.

His Art consumes his whole life, and Deidara constantly obsesses over perfecting it -- by making it bigger and better, of course. He often thinks of little else, and can often be found zoning out, sculpting a kneaded eraser into birds and small creatures in class, fantasising over how beautiful it would be to watch them explode. He's got real birds in mind, however, though he's sure exploding an eraser could be alright.

Though it may not need being said: Deidara is by no means a peaceful person, put to ease by his indulgence in his Art. He's aggressive and temperamental, which leads to him making immediate, reckless decisions. He has problems accepting that he can ever be at fault for anything, and if he is wrong or messes up on something he will act bitter and not talk about it. Deidara says he only forgives thrice, and after that he will hold no qualms about setting up a car bomb for the person that made him angry that fatal fourth time (unforgiveable).

He's self-obsessed, egotistical, arrogant and hypocritical; Deidara will go off on rants like how being overtalkitive is uncool, and will refuse to accept being told that its him who is being overtalkitive. He likes the spotlight to be on him, loving attention in any way he can get it. He's not able to make his Art public, because he knows getting arrested means never indulging in his Art again, but Deidara goes about grabbing attention in other ways; he stars fights he's oh-so-sure he can win (even if he probably couldn't were he a sane person that didn't own explosives), interrupts others (see footnote under "Other Notes"), and talks about himself at max volume, always.


First person writing sample:
y the fuck did i hav 2 get a jurnal n e way? this shits dum. digital aint were its at, yea. u guys r back werds cuz the reel intrasting stuff happins in reel life and not on sum dum computa yea. got me?

u gotta kno what im tawking abowt. art. art was lyk gold b 4 it got on the intanet and every 1 can 'do it' and put it on ur stupid littel dA sites and say 'o look im such an artist b cuz i am on this site look at me look at me la dee da de da'.

wel let me tell u, yea. none of u guys can do art cuz your to retardid to even c what reel art is. i kno what reel art is and if ud just LISTEN maybe u culd kno to. all of u r just stiking ur heads up ur asses and think u kno what ur tawking about. but u dont cuz i bet not 1 of u peeple reding this can tell me what reel art is yea. and yea im tawking to every 1 of u. dont think ur out of it cuz U think u kno art yea. u r not no speshil buter fly

its nuthing u can put on sum intanet u kno. reel art is to specil, to their in the momint and no one can ever xperince that on this jurnal. not if u tri even 4 1 handred yeas and teknowligy is so gud u can yews the intanet in ur brain. its not gonna happin yea

what ever u guys suk


but i think im gonna yews this as an art blog n e way cuz i aint got nothing bettur to yews it 4 sins i gotta have it yea


Third person writing sample:
Deidara hit his pencil against the desk rapidly, rat-a-tat-a-ta-ta-click, until the tip broke and he dropped it and watched it roll. It stopped before it went over the edge of the desk, but Deidara wasn't going to grab it if it changed its mind and decided to keep going up and over.

It wasn't like Deidara was actually making any use of it; all that he'd written down in his notebook were numbers and clueless copies of things his teacher wrote up on the dirtied whiteboard, most of which Deidara didn't even understand. The lectures made sense enough that he followed what was going on when he actually chose to pay attention, but once it was on paper he was a little clueless. He did, however, find it easy enough to understand numbers: 79 was gold, 6 was carbon, and 55 mixed with some good ol' H2O made for a day far more interesting than the current one.

Ah, and wouldn't that be nice if that happened. Perhaps a few people would get caught in the outlash of the explosion (Deidara wondered if he himself would), though how a student stupid enough to mix the two would be in the class to get a hold of the chemicals, Deidara had no idea. It was nice enough to imagine the whole school stopping, asking what happened.

And if Deidara was still alive and kicking, he could tell them, "It was something beautiful, yeah."

"--and, Deidara, I'm so glad to hear you have a thought to share with the class."

He must have been talking to himself again, too caught up to realise he was still in a place where other people could hear him, though he didn't really care if they thought he was weird or not. It was just annoying to be called out - especially considering he'd placed himself in the back rows so he didn't have to worry with that whole 'professor acknowledging him' thing.

"I got nothin', yeah," he said, loudly, and everything resumed - the class, their stupid ignorant lives, and his fantasy. In it, the professor didn't die in the explosion; he lived a long, miserable life and died in his sleep. Lame, indeed.


Other Notes:
(Footnote) Example of Deidara interrupting others is as follows: "Hey lame-o, I'm really happy for you and I'mma let you finish but I make the greatest art of all time. OF ALL TIME, yeah." /brick'd
- He speaks oddly, adding "yeah" to the end of his sentences (it makes him sound tougher).


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