Post by Deidara on Feb 13, 2009 15:04:38 GMT -5
DEIDARA
“Art is fleeting...yeah.”
“Art is fleeting...yeah.”
name[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Deidara
age[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Sixteen.
gender[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Male.
grade[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Sophomore.
social group[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Basic beautiful people.
orientation[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Bisexual, but shh.
strengths [/font] ,[/b] [/color]
- Art, especially clay sculptures.
- Blowing things up, it's both a hobby and a skill.
- Bugging others. While he doesn't do it frequently, when he wants to be annoying, he knows just which buttons to press.
- Intelligent. Deidara is actually a pretty smart guy, when it comes to both school work, and just in general.
- Adaptable. Some people are only comfortable in the same old routines, but not Deidara. He'd able to adapt to pretty much any surrounding and be okay with it.
weaknesses [/font] ,[/b] [/color]
- Temper, he has bad one that's easily triggered. Normally its ends up with him attacking whoever is annoying him.
- Over confident. While he'll occasionally recognize people better then he is, his confidence still gets him into trouble.
- Easily hurt. Although he doesn't always show it, the male's feelings are easily injured.
- Trouble maker. He enjoys blowing up stuff, especially around school. It's another thing that gets him into trouble, but he's pretty decent at getting away with his tricks most of the time.
- Ignores authority. If Deidara did what people told him to, he wouldn't still be blowing things up...but he doesn't, and he is.
secrets[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
- While some people know that he has mouths on his hands and chest, he tries to keep it a secret; people can be cruel.
- He doesn't just make sculptures, but is interested in other branches of art, as well.
fears[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
- Rejection. He had to deal with it a lot when he was younger, and doesn't want to have to repeat it.
- Having the use of his hands taken away from him. Art is everything to Deidara, and if something ever happened to his hands, he would have no more reason to live.
appearance[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Starting from the top, Deidara has long golden colored hair. He wears it in a particular style, which part of it is pulled up to the top of his head in a ponytail, while he has bangs that completely cover up left eye. The rest of it is left to hang down his back. His eyes are gentle blue color, though only his right eye is visible. On his left eye, he usually wears a scope-like device, which he uses to inspect his artwork, or to see long distances away. His body is lean, though there is a hint of muscles if he's inspected closely. Deidara is a unique person, who was born with three extra mouths, two located on the palm of each of his hands, the other one on his chest. Since he transferred to Konoha High School in his freshman year, he hasn't openly revealed their presence. Some people have spotted them, but he normally does his best to keep his palms hidden. Deidara is considered one of the school's beautiful people, though those who don't know him sometimes mistake him for a girl. It's annoying really, but his deep voice usually waves away any confusion...if not, one of his bombs normally does the trick.
identifying feature[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
His extra mouths, though he tries to hide them. Other then that, it's probably his strange hair style.
faceclaim[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
[b]naruto[/b] ;; deidara
sample rp[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
[It's just something I wrote up quickly for the sample post, so I apologize if it's not my best.]
The morning was breaking as the sun began to rise, sending it's warm rays down toward earth. There was a gentle breeze, although it felt much colder due to the winter air. Wrapped up in his black cloak, the male stepped outside with his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was chilly outside now, but it would be a very pleasant day later, that he could tell. He took a few steps away from his house, his blonde hair shimmering slightly due to the sun catching it just the right way. With that, he opened his blue eyes, although only one was visible, like usual.
A small sketch book was in his hand, which he protected as best he could as he climbed up a large oak tree that resided in his front yard. He had to go to school, but he had about half an hour before he had to get there. If he rushed, he could get there in about ten minutes, leaving him time to sketch out the landscape. Normally his forte was sculptures, but on occasion, he enjoyed drawing as well. It just went to show how very much he loved art; although he personally preferred to make exploding clay sculptures, he also appreciated other forms as well, and even attempted to dabble in them.
Once Deidara pulled himself up into the tree, he leaned his back up against the trunk. The mouths on his hands were snarling from the bark they'd been forced to endure. His rolled his eyes at their protests and ignored them, as he took a pencil out from behind his ear. His hand flew across the paper, the pencil dancing across the flat surface of his sketch book, as he began to flesh out the sunrise. Deidara frowned, as it wasn't coming out quite as good as he imagined it would. Sculptures were a no brainer really, he could create them without any thought put into it. Drawing though, took more effort then he remembered, to get a decent result. He began to use the eraser on the top of the pencil, trying to fix the errors he was making, but he just kept making it worse.
"Forget it, un," he muttered to himself, tossing the cheap sketch book out of the tree. Deidara reached in his pocket almost instantly, taking out chunk of clay that was mixed with a substance that easily blew up. The mouth on his right hand ate it up eagerly, then spit out a small dragonfly sculpture a couple seconds later. He tossed it at the book on the ground, watching happily as it disappeared in a small explosion. "That's better...yeah," Deidara murmured. With that, he hopped down out of the tree, just as the door to his house opened. His eyes widened slightly, he'd woken up one of his parents. "Oh, shit," Deidara stated, then began to run as he heard his mother yelling after him for scorching the lawn...again. "What? I can't hear you! See you after school," he said, pretending he was too far away to hear the lecture, giving a small wave. Yeah...he'd be hearing about that later.
The morning was breaking as the sun began to rise, sending it's warm rays down toward earth. There was a gentle breeze, although it felt much colder due to the winter air. Wrapped up in his black cloak, the male stepped outside with his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was chilly outside now, but it would be a very pleasant day later, that he could tell. He took a few steps away from his house, his blonde hair shimmering slightly due to the sun catching it just the right way. With that, he opened his blue eyes, although only one was visible, like usual.
A small sketch book was in his hand, which he protected as best he could as he climbed up a large oak tree that resided in his front yard. He had to go to school, but he had about half an hour before he had to get there. If he rushed, he could get there in about ten minutes, leaving him time to sketch out the landscape. Normally his forte was sculptures, but on occasion, he enjoyed drawing as well. It just went to show how very much he loved art; although he personally preferred to make exploding clay sculptures, he also appreciated other forms as well, and even attempted to dabble in them.
Once Deidara pulled himself up into the tree, he leaned his back up against the trunk. The mouths on his hands were snarling from the bark they'd been forced to endure. His rolled his eyes at their protests and ignored them, as he took a pencil out from behind his ear. His hand flew across the paper, the pencil dancing across the flat surface of his sketch book, as he began to flesh out the sunrise. Deidara frowned, as it wasn't coming out quite as good as he imagined it would. Sculptures were a no brainer really, he could create them without any thought put into it. Drawing though, took more effort then he remembered, to get a decent result. He began to use the eraser on the top of the pencil, trying to fix the errors he was making, but he just kept making it worse.
"Forget it, un," he muttered to himself, tossing the cheap sketch book out of the tree. Deidara reached in his pocket almost instantly, taking out chunk of clay that was mixed with a substance that easily blew up. The mouth on his right hand ate it up eagerly, then spit out a small dragonfly sculpture a couple seconds later. He tossed it at the book on the ground, watching happily as it disappeared in a small explosion. "That's better...yeah," Deidara murmured. With that, he hopped down out of the tree, just as the door to his house opened. His eyes widened slightly, he'd woken up one of his parents. "Oh, shit," Deidara stated, then began to run as he heard his mother yelling after him for scorching the lawn...again. "What? I can't hear you! See you after school," he said, pretending he was too far away to hear the lecture, giving a small wave. Yeah...he'd be hearing about that later.