OOC: Application & Background
Character: Deidara
Age: 18
PB: Takeru
Classification: Blond
Occupation: Student currently specializing in medicine. Not his choice, Deidara did not want this position at all and the only reason he keeps quiet about it is because there is something devious plotting inside that head of his.
Background History: Being born a blond does not mean that you are designated to be one.
Born into a middle class family in the first district, Deidara was quickly primped in the ways of what it meant to be the superior caste. It had been questioned a few times and subjected to a lot of taunting during his younger years that he was only adopted out of luck of being a half, hair fair just like the rest of them with the looks of those dirts. Like they knew anything at all. He was 100% blond baby... well he thought he was. His parent's did give him any reason to question that and told him that he was their child. And who cares if he wasn't? That hair was pure and nothing was going to ship him out of the cosy place he was born into.
Through schooling he went for the mandatory age, showing signs that he was above average in smartness after testing through the system, working out answers for questions that were a couple of grades above him. All that talent and genius would go to waste after a curious nature was satisfied by going for a bit of a stroll one day down to the second district, taking that one turn too many in the wrong direction, lost in the place where he was forbidden to tread.
Deidara could see why. Why they were trying to keep him from there. Why was that? Because it was fantastic! There had been a festival on that day to keep the spirits high within the community, the second rate food being cooked over open flames, the children running about and dirty... they were muddy. Being blond he should have cringed and gave them the most disgusted face he could muster but not at all. They were having so much fun playing in the dirt. He wanted to play with them at all, going over and introducing himself to them asking if they wanted to be friends except the animosity he faced there was worse than what he got back on the other side. Their parents took them away and cursed at him for picking on their children, too young and naive to know really what they were talking on about so it didn't hinder the experience at all. The music he heard brought shivers down his spine, the celebrations were loud and obnoxious cheering happily in drunken songs of passed down tales of what it was like before the Hokage came. That was only the beginning, next Deidara witness something that he could not erase from his mind.
Fireworks. Those different colors spreading out into the night sky bursting into magnificent eruptions got his little heart pumping, the whistling plotting its audible course before the next exploded in a new design from the previous. Everything he had ever done in his life before that moment no longer mattered. This was where he wanted to be, what he wanted to see. Deidara was hooked.
That was until he was discovered by more of the local people who did not take too kindly to him being there, more than what those scared parents did to protect their children, these ones were a little bit more hostile, sending him back on his way battered and bruised as a reminder that he was not tolerated there. When Deidara returned home in that state there was some explaining to do, giving the terrible rendition of the events of what happened Deidara style making sure that those bad men who had no problems with picking on a blond child were punished. Being treated as poorly as he was on his visit should have deterred him, not that it did. He would just have to be more careful next time.
Frequently, Deidara snuck into the lower districts disguising himself usually by covering his hair up, watching the people observing them and the wonderful sights. For years he continued to return there getting smarter about how he did things, highly skilled in infiltration. His curiosity too started to develop trying to work out how they made the pretty flashy things, researching the best he could with the limited means available to him of the given subject, trialing out household contents that not always ended in success. Some swift talking got him out of many mistakes but it seemed to not go unnoticed.
His time had arrived to choose a specialist field to go into with high studies, instantly picking chemistry to get closure to what he really needed to make his experiments work correctly. Deidara should have been a clear cut selection for the studies given his reports were all above average, he was motivated in the field but then came his rejection. The reason, he was not trusted. Better yet, he was not one of the favored. It did not matter at all that he had the aptitude to pull this off and would dedicate himself to the cause, all that mattered to them was that he was a lower and not under the thumb of the Hokage.
Deidara was infuriated. How could they reject
him? It was something that he was not going to take lightly and be a good drone and accept it as the order of society. This was something he wanted to do and they just flicked him away just like the rest of them did to the other castes, degrading him and outright mocking him. Sitting there with his thumb up his ass? I think not. All he needed was something spectacular to show them that they made a mistake and he should have been the one taking those classes instead of being pushed into study of medicine against his will.
He was bored. He
hated it. Just you wait. He will show them all.
Personality/Likes & Dislikes: Nothing about Deidara conforms to the way that blond's are supposed to be. Almost everything about him would be described as the way a brunette would be acceptable to act or worse, a dirt. The one major trait has that has him frowned upon by his own kind is his temper. It doesn't take much to get under his skin to set him off, fueled 100% by his emotions that is a big no no from where he comes from. You are supposed to be calm, placid, numb, not Deidara, not by a long shot. It could be the smallest thing that the normal person would not see as a big deal, an action, a personal hit against him, the machines that spits out the food was not producing hot dogs that day. It is a trait that he has been pulled up on frequently and reminded on how he should act which only fires him up further. He doesn't believe people should be without emotional attachments. That is what makes people different from the next, else everyone would be boring, more boring than what they are now.
Not everything is bad about being a higher class than the rest of the population, in fact, it gives him a bit of a swollen head from it. He loves the fact that he could easily boss around the people below him especially any that would try and argue with him. In his own mind he is superior to all, everything about him is perfection no matter what the Hokage says, being blond and Deidara is more than enough to win out over all of those stiff higher ups. When anyone tries to prove him wrong about that, he will fight it and argue the fact. The challenge of an argument excites him more so when the outcome is in his victory. Sometimes he will willingly provoke the fight just for something to do. What consequences will it have? A smack over the knuckles and told he is a bad boy? Pfft, nothing detrimental there. The fastest way to get yourself into a fight with him would be to treat him like an idiot because Deidara is far from that, even though he doesn't always express it. Being the center of attention is what he wants unless he is in some form of trouble.
Deidara does not conform to being blond so much that it spells out 'dark haired' trapped in the body of one. He would admit (not out loud of course) that he had a wild streak in him that is wanting to be released. He is obsessed with loud noises so much that he wants to make his own, preferably with smoke and rubble along with it. Explosions aren't the only thing that get him excited, even something as natural as a thunder storm will have him running out into the open like a child, nature's beauty could be just as much as a treat. The music outside of the district too has peaked his interests. That yawn worthy elevator music that they class as true musical taste is far from that compared to what the brunette's have to offer. Sneaking off to the entertainment scene over there is more than worth the risk of being caught --not that he will since he is a professional at sneaking about. Something that you can really move to and feel through your body. Being close to freedom without at the same time. That is what it feels like.
The one thing he fears the most is being closed in, confined. He is terrified of small tight constricting places and needs the wide open or else he goes crazy. Claustrophobia. That is the biggest weakness that he has that he tries to hid from everyone so it can't be exploited in any way, shape or form.
Despite his arrogant nature, Deidara doesn't mind the lower groups. They were responsible for one little... problem that he has to hide. An issue with his speech that he picked up unconsciously that stuck with him that he might have picked up from the dirts, not that he is too sure of where it came from but it resembles part of their secretive language. Why it stuck with him he could not say but it is something that he is highly conscious of now that he has to constantly correct himself on so he won't get in trouble for sneaking about or else he would have a lot of explaining to do. To combat this, Deidara will keep to the standards he is supposed to live up to, keep himself quiet when needed and bite his tongue to be a good boy around his type but sooner or later, he is not going to be able to take living the lie and get himself into some serious trouble.
Oh, and it wouldn't be past him to own a pet. Someone that he could boss around and growl at to correct them when they are out of line, take for walks, learn more about the ways of the crap hole they came from.
Tobi ;____;Sample Post:
First PersonI am so tired of taking these tedious class, it is the same things over and over again. Take these compounds and this strain and try and manipulate to come up with a low level antivirus to combat the effects. Seriously, this stuff they are getting us to train with would easily be solved by a child, stuff that went out before the Hokage got into power. AIDs. Pfft. That is a thing of the past. Give us something challenging if you are going to force people into this crap.
That stuff that is circling on the street however, now that I would love to get my hands on to have a play with. What is it? Subaru? Sucki? Whatever it is, that doesn't make a difference. The rumor going about is that it comes from the third district made by some old guy that is trying to start a revolution or something like that. Yeah, through drugs, smart move. What was the plan there? Feed the dirt's so they might actually try and fight back instead of huddling in their little corner of the world. Pfft. Boring. I bet its some 12 year old in a makeshift chem lab spending most of his time getting high of his own stuff to put through a decent batch, selling off the lower grade but like no one would know the difference anyway.
Now, if I had my hands on that then I would have chucked in some Methylenedioxymethamphetamine just for the fun of it or some Tryptamine to implant the thought while they are under the effects, you know to make some kind of mind control stuff like having your own army of devoted freaks you can send out there. Hmmm, actually, I wonder if they use something like that on the pets to keep them docile.
This is what we should be studying.
I wonder where I could get some from... you know, for testing purposes...
Third PersonThere was something so exciting about sneaking over into the second district in the middle of the night, seeing the bright lights, the hoards of people swarming to their local hangout getting intoxicated on whatever bootleg moonshine they could muster from the lack of quality ingredients. Needless to say, the nightlife was better ten fold over the quiet get together and sipping of wine, listening to the olds talks about how wonderful their life was under the guided hand of the Hokage. It was a hard decision to make, to go out and possibly get caught, shunned by his own peers with taunts of being a supporter of the lower lineage or he could go out and have the best time of his life and sneak back into the boundaries of the first in the wee hours of the morning.
That option was sounding more than fun.
Pulling his hoodie down over the mop of blond locks that stood out vividly in the night time darkness, Deidara gave a few tucks and pushes into place to cover up the forbidden gene, stuffing his hands into his pocket walking out from his hiding position to join the general crowd, blending in with them pretending to be one of their own.
The things he had witnessed while walking around undetected were disturbing. The treatment these people were subjected to, random raids by Police, the beat downs, it was perfect for a discrimination case against the higher ups but Deidara didn’t care. He had no sympathy for them. Like he would be so stupid to go and run to someone and scream abuse, pfft, he might have joined in with them if he was spotted and place the blame onto one of them treating him unfairly. Some bullshit excuse would work perfectly. Why would he lie? Oh no, he did not have a reason to at all because he was blond.
Tonight's dive was a spot called The Klunk, just about as clumsy as the name sounded. Not at all appealing on the inside using old refuse from the third to slap the place together. If you moved too close to the wall you would need a tetanus shot with the amount of metal poking out of it. Health and safety violation waiting to happen right there or a impaled limb if a fight broke out. Just as long as the drinks flowed freely and they tasted better than watered down pee then it was enough to satisfy him. Plus they were cheap. Dirt cheap.
Card scanned and a drink ordered without question, money being money at all, the bartender bringing him some kind of beverage that looked like someone spat in the glass, actually at first he thought he did. Spit or not, that was not going to make a difference after he drank one of them, the liquid was potent whatever it was, giving Deidara the happy pleasing buzz from head to toes loosening everything to the most pleasant state of relaxation. "I'll take another one, un," Deidara waved his hand about to get the attention needed. Ooops. He wasn't supposed to say that. That was a bad word. No one was there that could notice the slip, no harm done.
Spinning on his chair around in circles a couple of time bored of the wait for the drink to be delivered, there was something up near the entrance that cause the blond's eye. One, two, three, four... more... oh shit. The charging waves of the fair haired force of the Police started filtering through the doors dominating anyone that came close, barking out commands that the place was to be shut down and left for the night. More like they wanted for them not to return every. Bad, very bad. If he was caught in there then... run!
The place broke out into loud screams and scrambles for safety so they weren't caught by the skillful hands of force, no better cover he could ask for to make a get away. Jumping up on wobbly legs (damn that stuff has a kick), he scrambled for safety, ducking and weaving staying low for the poor suckers higher than him to get caught, shuffling in the other direction when the big bads got too close. Freedom was so close that he could taste it, it tasted like crap actually, ewww second hand contraband floating around. Run now, brush teeth later, so close to the exit to get away. One step, two steps, three steps, floor.
Deidara fell backwards onto his butt knocked over by something or someone that was build like a wall. Grumbling about the fall, he looked up at the person knocking the hood off his head from the tilt of angle exposing the secret he was hiding from them all.
"Blond..."
"Huh?" Oh shit umm. Spotted. He had to think quick. Lets see, floor, body parts, lower... man. The first thing that came to mind was to lift his foot up to a high angle, bringing it back and catapulting it straight into the groin of the large cop. Hopefully it wasn't regulation for them to wear cups down there, nope, he crumpled down like a sack of shit, rolling around coughing furiously to settle the agony of having a boot thrust into the lower sensitive region. That moment of rolling around weakness was exactly was Deidara needed, bounding back up to his feet settling in a couple more kicks to keep him down, running off to safety out of the club.
It was easy to get lost in the crowd with all the chaos, jogging along side them taking the time to pull his hoodie back over concealing his hair again. Following the crowd was easy, his exit approaching breaking away to a light run, coming down to a full spot puffing and panting with exercise exhaustion. But he was free. That guy saw him however, not that he should be able to pick his face out from all of the others around but he was free. Close call. This would be the perfect time for him to sit back and have a look at the bigger picture of what just happened, reflect on all of the choices he has made in life, what could have been stupid ones. The adrenaline was pumped frantically through his body giving a better all over tingle than that backyard brew could have, the high of the rush making his head spin. Time to stop, back away, go be with your own kind...
"Next week for sure. Doing that again."
Maybe not.
