feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote,
@ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

applications;
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Past RP Experience: (if you don't have any that's fine, but providing links or names of characters/places you have RPed before would help the mods evaluate your skills.)

Character
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Background History: (min. 300 words.)
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: (min. 200 words.)

Sample Post:

First Person (min. 200 words.)

Third Person (min. 200 words.)

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If you're having trouble thinking of anything, you may use one of the prompts below. Using these is entirely up to you!

Prompts
- Gambling
- Success
- Dare
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Deidara 2

starfish32.livejournal.com
2010-01-03 05:18 am UTC (link)

Background History:

Deidara grew up under the sun. He spent most of his childhood in the blazing heat of the Arizonian sun while his mother occupied the little apartment they lived in and told him not to come back for two hours at a time. Childish hobbies kept him occupied most of the time; playing with other kids, harassing neighbours with bags of dog shit with firecrackers sizzling inside but, mostly he drew in his cheap noted books and pencils and pens stolen from the pitiful building they called school. School was where Deidara learned his first life lesson.

Lesson 1 - hierarchy: it means that he’ll never have a good job. His teachers would teach them as well as she could but they all knew that kids like him; their future was going to be in hard labour because they don’t have a choice.

His heritage was nothing to be proud of; both parents were poor to begin with, his father was a bastard and then some and his mother was a gullible pretty faced woman that slept with any man who said she was pretty. The boy didn’t understand it at first and tried to defend her mother. Scratching and biting, he would tear through his mother’s bedroom and assaults the stranger in her bed, still slick and sweaty from the on-going encounter. Because the man in front of him then was not Paul, who that said they were all going to be in a better place by next month, nor is he Chris who promised to marry his mother and give him a little sister.

Lesson 2 - sex: if you kick someone between the legs, the dangly parts will hurt. For a girl though, you’ll have to punch them in the tit. That’s the difference between girls and boys. Sex is not love-making, sex is when the dangly bits go stiff then soft. In which case, the woman’s cries of no doesn’t always mean no, and yes is never ever a yes.

If Deidara was older, he’d have more control over his rash behaviour and hot headed self, but the boy was only nine years old. And no matter how insignificant it was, Deidara’s assaults were not taken lightly. He would get up multiple bruises on his little body, that wouldn’t leave and reminds him constantly of how stupid his mother is, how stupid his life, her life, everything, was. He was not going to stay in Arizona, he wanted – needed – to get out of here to make a name for himself and rid himself of the stench of his hometown – the stink of the poor. Even as his grades were dropping and money came in less and less as with food, he never stopped living, striving for to be something better than his stupid mother. He constantly searched for anything that didn’t mean he’ll end up in the same cess-pool as his mother, fucking men for petty love and non-existent futures.

Lesson 3 – love: it is fictional. Deidara learned at a very young age that love is a lie and if you want something, get it the right way. Through money.

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Deidara 3
(Anonymous)
2010-01-03 05:21 am UTC (link)

At the age of 15, Deidara left his poor trailer trash town with a smirk, a pocket full of money stolen from his mother without regrets and a compensating ego to cover for any insecurity. He hitch hiked himself to Las Vegas, relying on kindness of strangers and making up bullshit to get his way through. His ego didn’t let him exit each truck, car, whatever without paying the driver behind. He wasn’t asking for charity, after all. Being a small town boy, Las Vegas became one of the most exhilarating sights he has ever seen. Lights were everywhere and every time he blinked, negatives flashed behind his eyelids. But his next lesson came with a sting that took all of it away.

Lesson 4 – don’t be an idiot, trust only yourself, what you see and what you feel underneath your fingertips.

The gullible 15 year old went to Las Vegas because of what he heard from stories and rumours that this gambling thing is going to help him get money. When he entered the city, his ego shattered and a harsh cold reality wrapped him up and used him as a punching bag. After god knows how many miles, he finds that not only can he not gamble because he was underage, but he can’t even get any source of money because again, he was underage. He won’t beg though, no way. The boy gritted his teeth and stomped around town until exhaustion bore down on him and hunger crawls up to him to waste his remaining money. He didn’t cry, he wasn’t crying, he didn’t miss his stupid mom and he certainly didn’t give a damn about his hunger. Finally at 15 years old, Deidara learns the most important lesson of his life.

Lesson 5 - beggers can’t be choosers: so when a man in his early 20s drunkenly mistakes him for a prostitute at 4AM, Deidara grabs the college kid and takes him to the nearest dark alley.

He comes out of the ordeal not feeling anything but the crispy gritty green pieces of paper against his fingertips. And his mouth stretches in to a toothy grin that no one would want to see at 4AM in a dark alley, even if it’s from a girly looking kid. Only thing about doing ‘business’ in Las Vegas is property; he was an invader, a still benign tumour but nonetheless troublesome. A knife to his neck was enough to tell Deidara that the bitches that own this area were not to be messed with. Despite his big talk and swearing to kill them, Deidara left town with the money from his first blowjob. It’s not much, but it’ll be enough to get him the hell out of here.

For the next two years, Deidara worked a meaningless life at a diner just on the out skirts of Nervada. It was cheap, dirty, hard work, just as fate had promised. The only reason why he got hired was because the owner’s a pedophile with a penchant for blond boys, which fit Deidara’s purpose really well. To add a cherry on the top, his boss was needy, stupid, and relatively rich. And his woman is even more stupid to believe that her husband had adopted him out of good will.

Lesson 6 – survival: he’d suck, fuck and let the man touch him in all ways. And in return, he controlled him.

It was a fantastic feeling, to be in control, to dominate the man’s life which would then pass the dominant control on to his wife. For once, he was happy, in a weird and very dysfunctional way but happy nonetheless. He got to grow and appreciate in the one thing he finally got a chance to do: art. The boy grew up yearning for something that separates him from his heritage and when he found it one day in class field trip to the art museum, it was like the halogen light and warmth engulfed him, heavenly sirens from the PAs whispered in seductive voices of a beautiful philosophy behind each and every art form. His adopted parents let him indulge in his new found interest. He was allowed to skip work, school and what have you, just so he could improve in his art. Of course, nightly bonding with his adoptive father was not something he could skip out on even if he wanted to. But Deidara knew that sucking his cock well, acting just the right way is going to get him a new art easel or a new set of model paints. He knew, playing his game well meant getting what he wants.

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Deidara 4

starfish32.livejournal.com
2010-01-03 05:23 am UTC (link)

Throughout those years, he was like every other teenager – went to s school, failed classes, had pimples, acne; drunkenly made out with girls and boys, had first time experiences unrelated to sex; leaving dog shit sizzling with firecrackers at a random person’s doorsteps and running away to observe after pressing the doorbell. To everyone else, they were a prefect little family. A fine adopted son with a good smile and head on his should and a couple with the best relationship in town. Review lesson 3: love is indeed a lie.

Deidara was 17 and finally more masculine looking, he played waiter to a child who had just turn 10 and was having his birthday party at the diner. Deidara follows the leer of his step father and it locks on to the child. The child was happy, plumped with lingering baby fat and a head feathered with light blond hair. Deidara smirked knowingly to his stepfather, who returns the gaze shocked then frustrated, mumbling something about teenagers. It was time to leave. Since the day he made his residence permanent he has sneak a little money out of the cashier’s without anyone noticing and kept in his shoe to be stored later under a loose floor board. He had a stable amount of money to set a foot hold on everything. After all, money was everything.

He’s not the brightest crayon in the box but one thing he knew was in his arsenal is blackmailing. Deidara blackmailed his stepfather one last time and took his savings and fled, but not before having a word with his stepmother. He didn’t tell her the whole story, just simply left a letter telling her to leave the bastard. He had compassion, sort of.

Subconsciously, Deidara knew all of this was just dumb luck. If it happened again, which he would never allow, the results would have been different and he would surely be on the losing side.

He rented an apartment in Reno, Nervada with hopes of art school or something along the lines. He didn’t want to sell his art, no matter how good they were. They were special, not some petty thing you buy off a street corner; they were his. No, he’ll find other ways to make money. He took up meaningless jobs as a waiter. There again, he exploited older gents through his good Catholic school boy looks.

Old cougars fell for it too and they were so easy it was as they say, taking candy from a baby. He would feed their egos, charm them, fuck them and let their moans and sighs roll over him. In turn, they gave him expensive gifts, rarely money. That’s the difference between male and female clients, misguided form of currency. Taken by his charm, one of these women claiming to be a photographer asked him to model for him. The job itself was easy enough; the woman was true to her word and he was only there to pose and make faces, naked. He was surprisingly flustered being nude the first couple times but the end results were worth it. Rent paid off, money in his savings account and food that wasn’t leftovers from the restaurant. She showed him the photographs and he was highly addicted. He wanted a camera. And his waiter money, plus the clients on the side was not enough for the one he wanted. He needed some a job that was both more stable and earn him double with a less risky consequence.

Lesson 7 – take drastic measures and don’t regret: in a week he saw an ad for Feel Good Inc. A week and a half later, he got a job as an actor. This is weird. Sex on stage, but at least being naked is no longer a discomfort.

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Deidara 5
(Anonymous)
2010-01-03 05:26 am UTC (link)

Personality, Likes & Dislikes:

Deidara naturally developed attention seeking behaviour because of his mother. Be it she was fucking some guy or cooking dinner, he would always speak louder than normal to make sure he got their attention. A typical childish trait continues in his 19 year old self. Albeit he quieter now, he is still demands attention and still sulks like 10 year old when it’s not given. To compensate for being a child, he acts grumpy a lot and responds with snarky comments and unnecessary ego. Only thing is, he gets even more childish when he’s obviously wrong and generally act like an ungrateful douchebag. The only likely thank you’s you’ll hear from him will be full of sarcasm and even then it’s rare.

Obviously, he has developed a “mommy” issues. He’ll cuddle and snuggle up to any female available, preferably ones with tits and are a bit more mature looking - one that can "handle herself". He’s in complete denial about it though. Please refrain from asking him about it, unless you’re looking to upset him then by all means.

Deidara is quick to explode in rage and slow to cool down to the calm, even pleasant, person he normally is. With some time and true generosity, it is easy to gain Deidara’s friendship. His trust, however, is another story. He has never truly trusted anyone in his life; the only exception is the woman who photographed him, one that he still keeps in contact with through sparse emails. She fills in for times when mommy issues are too much to bear.

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Deidara 6

starfish32.livejournal.com
2010-01-03 05:28 am UTC (link)

Coming from a poor town and poor life, Deidara is an ambitious young man, striving to have a better life in the future. He will do what it takes to get where he wants, and what he wants, which explains why he’s doing porn. People will know his art, and then he’ll be facing cameras for another audience.

A notable characteristic of Deidara is his stubbornness. His believes gets him in trouble sometimes with his fellow actors. Mostly, it is on views of art where Deidara gets truly riled up and will get violent. (Not that it’s hard to get Deidara riled up. The boy is a firecracker when lit.) Art is the, in his opinion, beyond money and material possessions (though those are also close to his heart). He will not take it lightly when someone insults it or his ‘art’. It is only his right, talent, specialization, what have you and he will blindly protect it.

Deidara also have a slight case of being creepy. He doesn’t know if this is one of those teenage phase his adopted mother had always talked about, but when he looks at the bodies other people, the beauty in the light on skin, curvature of muscles, it fascinates him and he could watch other porn stars for hours. It was strange for those around him because he would just stare, not in the pervert in that he doesn’t get a boner and jack off in the corner. He would just memorize their lines, their shadows on each other, the colour of their flushed bodies, mingled with sweat and other bodily fluid. His favourite is when they do solos. Only one person, no other body interfering to deny Deidara’s blue eyes from ravishing the imagine of that taut body – to him, it seems almost a pity to snap a picture and forever immortalize what he was seeing. It makes it cheap, accessible to everyone else’s eyes, but his eyes never leave the photos he sees. He’s a teenager, teenagers are supposed to be confused and frustrated, right? Whatever, that’s his excuse.

It might come to be a surprise to everyone because of his temper, but there are many things he likes and not a lot that he dislikes. He is very easily pleased. He can have hot dogs for breakfast, lunch and dinner, as long as there is a can of soda and good TV shows during his eating time. If there is no food, give him a pack of cigarettes. If there are no cigarettes, then give him a flat surface to lie on. That’s not to say he’s cheap because anyone who’s been inside of his richly decorated apartment will know that Deidara spends (but mostly given) a lot on expensive brand name things. He’ll not-so-kindly ask you to shut up if you point out that it’s ridiculous to buy $200 bedsheets if he’s planning on going to art school. The most distinct thing that Deidara is known for is putting his own special signature to things. Like a dog peeing this one spot to mark its territory, Deidara will do the same with certain things – ie: un. It’s a signature in his speech.

He likes the idea of partying and having a good time, but he regrets drinking so so much the day after. It never ceases to amaze him how stupid he can be when he is plastered. Hopefully there aren’t any videos out there of either drunken sex or drunken dancing. Though there probably is.

His dislikes are mostly because of his past. Dependency (he’ll glare and scorn that child who’s clinging at his mother’s arm like a parasite) and snobby rich kids (for obvious reasons) are on the top of his hate list. They are followed closely by traditions and conservative thinking, because there’s no room for family values and morality in this day and time, and all politicians are lying anyway.

Summarizing:

Likes: colourful things, nudity, smell of leather, art (any kind), drawing tits and lips, hot dogs, honey mustard, brie cheese, dance, money, expensive brand name things, smoking, lazying around, adrenaline sports (when he can and have enough money for it), firecrackers, alien vs predator.

Dislikes: dependency, meat loaf, questions, snobby rich kids, sap movies, uncertainty, traditions/conservative thinking, eggs, jello, virgins, monkeys, tickling, cum in hair, metal death cages that you call cars.

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Deidara 7
(Anonymous)
2010-01-03 05:33 am UTC (link)

Sample Post:

First Person

I heard something way too funny not tell here: What’s the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods? Santa stopped at three ho’s, Tiger went for 18.

Honestly, what’s the big deal? A guy’s not allowed to enjoy his life? He’s rolling in cash! He might as well use it before he dies, un! If I had talent in something as stupid as putting a little ball in a hole, I’d go and get myself 72 virgins to satisfy my needs. Not that I’d ever need to pay for sex, that’s just stupid, un.

What the hell is wrong with this guy anyway? He’s got a wife, she’s HOT. And ta-da! She’s got a vagina. Use it, dumbass. It’s not like each girl has a different vagina, it’s all the same hole you stick things in, un.
...He’s got issues, un. He probably has a small penis. I saw on some Discover channel show that small penises and big balls mean they have more sex.

Maybe she doesn’t let him stick it up the ass. If that’s the case, she’s a prude, un... Girls feel good about anal. I don’t even know how that works. Vaginal walls are connected or something weird as hell. Really I don't even want to think about it, un. It makes me think of Aliens vs Predator.

What an idiot. If he didn’t have a metal death cage to crash, none of this would have happened. He should have stuck to driving golf carts, un!

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Deidara last

starfish32.livejournal.com
2010-01-03 05:37 am UTC (link)

Third Person

Deidara has always been a creature that craved the warmth of the sun at all times and withered in even the slightest of flash of winter cold. Someday, he’ll regret tanning like this because he’ll have skin cancer but what does he care, he’s 19 and young. Cancer and death is far from his mind. In fact, nothing is in his mind right now as he naps on his couch in his tiny apartment, sketch pad forgotten and graphite markings ruin the tone of his hands; his brain only registers the sun.

His laziness was interrupted with a loud buzzing sound from his table as his phone vibrates off the table and only when he heard the drop of his plastic-y phone against hardwood floor does he wake up, startled. His phone survives the fall and continues to vibrate towards the door in a slow escape.

Deidara drags his legs off the couch and gets up to retrieve his phone. Growling, “What?”

A man on the other side and speaks of nonsense to Deidara’s still sun wrapped brain. He yawns audibly and the man decides to cut right to the chase.

“Sir, your application to our establishment has been denied. We thank you for your patience and time and hope to-“

Deidara slides his phone shuts to close the call. The blond flops back on to the couch and bury his face against a cushion. Slowly the words the man said settles in, fogginess in his head disappears and anger burns in his stomach.

“FUCK!”

He pathetically punches the side of the couch. Later he’ll find that he broke two fingers and sprain his wrist. But he would not be thinking of it for the rest of the week.

On the good side, at least he didn’t break his cell by throwing it. Again.

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