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Deidara [2]
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.