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Roleplayer Information
Name: SQUEAKFACE
AIM: ohmnomnom
Character Information
Name: Deidara
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Artsexual. Mostly. When it comes to actual sex, he's pretty much bi, but he doesn't generally find people interesting enough to bother, and he gets more of a kick out of blowing things up than from sex anyway.
Skills/Ability: Deidara's style of ninjutsu is based mostly around his skill with clay and his ability to infuse it with chakra from the mouths on his hands to bring them to life and to detonate them: his preferred creations are birds - or things like them - but he also likes spiders. And sometimes fish. Although he can use any kind of normal clay for his explosives, it uses less chakra and less effort to create special mixes to use beforehand; possibly the only organised aspect of his person are the meticulously labelled drawers and bags of powders, chemicals and the like that he uses to give his clay that extra bite. He usually makes them very small to begin with and increases their size when he uses them, although that's not always the case. Some of his more grand-scale explosives can take out the better part of a town in one go.
He's also a dab hand at building bombs with more conventional means; plastic explosives, electronics and the rest are all within his scope of ability, but he favours the sculptures because apart from bringing the clay with him, they require no prior preparation.
Spending so much time around noisy explosions has left Deidara a little on the deaf side, but this doesn't appear to bother him.
Besides sculptures, he puts his hand-mouths and clay skills to use making his own bullets. He doesn't do this very much just because it's fiddly and difficult to put clay into a bullet in a way that will actually work - it takes far longer than he can usually be bothered with, so he doesn't often have many of his 'special' bullets with him, and doesn't often use them, often favouring his sculptures just out of whimsy.
When he does use them, though, they are devastatingly effective - they explode violently either on impact or when he makes the hand seal to detonate them. Combined with the fact that the zooming and aiming capabilities of his mechanical eye make him an exceptionally sharp shot, this makes Deidara with a gun a formidable opponent - provided he manages to keep his distance. His bombs are useless close-range unless he wants to take himself out too, and while he's not completely incompetent at hand-to-hand combat, he's just not very strong. This is on account of his bloodline: the mouths swallow into crops (as in, the storage pouch in the oesophagus as found in many birds) of a sort in his forearms. This whole system leaves him with an abnormal muscle structure in his hands and arms that simply doesn't give him as much strength as a normal person's. Considering he doesn't do a lot of training in taijutsu to bolster his subpar arm strength (he's not one for channeling effort into things he's very little natural talent for), this means Deidara has a pretty weak grip and isn't one for heavy lifting.
He would never punch someone. If he did, he would probably lose teeth. He's not too keen on striking people with his hands in general, simply because it tends to hurt him more than them. That won't stop him using his knees, feet or elbows in a pinch, but when fighting he tends to stick to ranged attacks wherever possible. If it comes to it, he'll bite, but the mouths in his hands don't exactly have strong jaws or sharp teeth; their key use for him is not as tools for combat in themselves, but as a means to creating his combat tools.
The final point worth covering is the aforementioned mechanical eye. Besides helping Deidara take aim and zooming in on things, it tells the time. And it can store images and record clips of what he sees for his later perusal (although it can't record sound). These can be transferred onto a computer with a USB cable in much the same manner as one would with a digital camera, but it's nigh impossible to work out what buttons one's supposed to be pressing when one can't see into it like Deidara can.
He can upload text, video and image files onto it for his own viewing.
... Make of this what you will.
It's wired directly to his brain, so it's possible that anyone managing to tamper with it while he was unconscious could cause something to go wrong in his head.
Then again, if you got Deidara unconscious, the best course of action would probably be to sever a vital artery while you had the chance.
Personality: The extent to which Deidara just does not give a damn is somewhat astonishing. He cares very little for anything that isn't to do with his art - and while he cares deeply, genuinely and honestly about that, he can and will dismiss anything and everything else from his attention with callous ease. If it's not art, it's not his problem - his willingness to follow the government orders he's given stems only from the fact that he has nothing better to do and it pays the bills - and he can get away with far more illegal activities when he's working for the government than when he's not. He can get away with more art.
The art in question is the art of explosions. To Deidara, it's not just a means of achieving ends, as jutsu generally are; it is life, it is sublime and it is art. As far as he's concerned no experience can match the thrill and beauty of the moment of detonation. He has formed his life philosophy and approach to fine art around this: nothing is at its most beautiful and perfect for more than an instant. That instant should be strived for, and all besides it is worthless.
He usually talks about this quite matter-of-factly, although when he really gets into it something lights up in him and he gets a little unfocused on his surroundings for the sake on focusing on what he's talking about. That aside, though, he has a very casual manner of speech, very rarely going to the trouble of being formal about anything. He generally seems as if he ought to be the sociable sort, but actually he's not that interested in people. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid them by any means, but nor does he go to any efforts to socialise. He's generally happy to enjoy himself alone and has no interest in cultivating relationships.
Besides his art, Deidara loves flight, the sky, the wind and the idea of birds if not real birds themselves; the joy of flight is, for him, almost up there with the joy of explosives. Although in town he has little opportunity for flight without drawing undue attention to himself, he still likes the tall buildings and joys in being high up where he can. In his free time he sculpts for non-explosive purposes, as well as drawing - his drawings are quick and light, usually conveying an idea of something in very few lines if not capturing much of its actual form. He does not consider the sculptures themselves, or his drawings, art. He will talk about them as artistic, but as far as he's concerned, true fine art is the moment of destruction, and nothing else.
He likes rain. He likes sculpting in the rain, so that what he creates is eroded as he creates it. Unsurprisingly, he's also very keen on thunderstorms. He likes percussive, upbeat music, and has trouble not tapping to it when he's not dancing.
He fidgets quite a lot when he's got nothing to do, be it toying with clay (he never goes anywhere without it where possible), fiddling with the ends of his hair, doodling, tracing patterns over things with his fingers, tapping, humming or chewing his nails with the mouths on his hands.
He doesn't like to read; he prefers the visual and the tactile to the written word, and likes stories to be told rather than written down. He'd much rather experience something first-hand than hear or read about it, but he'd sooner hear about it than read - besides which he's just plain bad at reading or writing; he's pretty severely dyslexic, and isn't by nature inclined to put effort into getting better at things he's bad at when he doesn't consider them enjoyable.
He likes chaos, bright colours, loud noises and strong-tasting foods. He is not one for appreciation of the subtler, more refined and delicate things.
He is claustrophobic, dislikes darkness, and strongly dislikes having to stay in places where he can't see at least a bit of the sky.
He is fairly good with small children, when he doesn't creep them out, but would kill them as soon as look at them if he had what he thought of as a reason to do it.
He is stark raving mad.
Appearance: Deidara wears his blond hair long; some of it's usually tied up in a ponytail, but most of the time a fair amount hangs loose down his back, and over half his face. This is mostly to cover his mechanical eye - although it doesn't hide it completely, and as a serious effort to conceal this abnormality it is an utter failure, Deidara prefers to diminish its visibility at least slightly, because he loathes it. It is streamlined, metallic and emits a soft whirring noise when in use; on the front are a couple of lenses and a flash, and on the side are six buttons. Besides the eye proper, a metal plate covers his face around the eye instead of skin. It can be removed when the mechanisms need to be adjusted; beneath it one can see the muscles and bones of his face, along with the wires, metal and plastic replacing the bits he's lost (in an accident: see Background below).
His remaining eye is blue-green, hawklike, unblinking and often undisguisedly mad, especially when coupled with the wide, lunatic smirk that he frequently has plastered all over his face. He is of medium height and lithely built; he is not especially well-muscled, especially on his lower arms, which tend to look a bit odd and skinny and large-wristed compared to the rest of him, but he is quick and light and can jump like Spring-Heeled Jack on a drug.
He dresses fairly unremarkably in black or navy turtleneck jumpers, jeans and a black leather jacket with spacious pockets. He usually carries a bag of some sort, usually full of clay. He also wears black fingerless gloves when out and about in Bijuushi, to conceal the hand-mouths, and a black headband whose ends trail down his back with his hair.
Background: Deidara was born in London and grew up on a housing estate in the East End. His father (from whom he inherited the mouths on his hands) was heavily involved in (shinobi) gang culture, but that wasn't what killed him - it was a suicide bomb on a bus when he was taking his four-year-old son home from school. Deidara, obviously, survived, but rather than being traumatised by the experience, he was entranced by the sight of the explosion.
His mother was distraught at the fact that he never seemed particularly bothered by his father's death, and although she taught him taijutsu and some basic ninjutsu she hardly welcomed Deidara's fascination with things that went bang. Nothing discouraged this interest, though, and for all he seemed equally thrilled by more innocuous modelling activities, it wasn't too long before he started to work out how to transfer chakra from his palms to his clay to bring it to life and to detonate it. When aged thirteen he started getting involved with one of the more unpleasant (and technologically innovative) shinobi gangs in his area, it was almost purely so that he could get his slobbering hands on the explosives they used. He displayed a natural skill for bombs of all sorts and an utter lack of consideration for the value of human life, and quickly became indispensable despite the fact that it was kind of unnerving how willing he was to kill innocent people. It was among these people that Deidara learned to fire a gun, developed his ninja abilities hit on the idea of blending explosive substances with his clay, learned to make his explosive bullets - and lost his left eye, in an accidental explosion, when he was fifteen years old.
It wasn't just the eye that was lost. The socket, his cheekbone, muscles and ligaments in that side of his face were all damaged beyond his body's ability to regrow, and although he was rushed to hospital to have it healed, he was expected to go around half-blind with lopsided facial expressions for the rest of his life.
Fortunately for Deidara - or unfortunately; he was never happy with the results - he'd made friends, of sorts, among the ninja folk of the gang he was a part of, and the combined skills of a few of them in mechanics and medical jutsu resulted in the first incarnation of his mechanical eye. The wires simulating optic nerves and the like, as well as the wires and plastic that replaced the muscle, bone and ligaments he'd lost and gave him back his wide, unnerving grin, are for the most part still the same ones, but at that stage the eyepiece, put together from bits of computer and an old webcam, had a very limited zoom, poor picture quality, and no capacity to store data.
The creators are now dead - they were among the five gang members Deidara killed in a dispute about art when he was sixteen. He initially avoided police capture by killing the police, but he was never very good at stealth; he was arrested, tried and imprisoned on multiple charges of murder over the course of the following few months.
His incarceration barely lasted half a year - the government covertly offered him his freedom (and the present upgrade to his mechanical eye) if he would agree to use his abilities on their behalf. He agreed, but promises from Deidara mean very little, especially when 'freedom' actually turned out to be much the same as imprisonment, except that they let him have clay when they sent him out to take care of the things they used him to take care of. At the first available opportunity, he kept some of the clay he was given up one of his arms, and used it to escape and kill everyone who got in his way. He flew one of his birds out of the country and across the channel to Europe, living covertly in France for a couple of years before he managed to make himself wanted for murder again, and had to make a run for it. Fortunately for him, a clay bird is more manoeuvrable than a helicopter, and bullets can do little to living clay, and he managed to get away, continuing to travel from country to country, working for people who needed things covertly blown up and considered themselves either above or beyond reproach for employing homicidal maniacs to do it, and leaving as soon as the reproach came, or he considered the terms of employment too restrictive, or he got bored.
Bijuushi is merely the latest in this string of jobs, but looks like being longer than anything Deidara's done before.
Relationships: Deidara works most frequently with Sasori; this is mostly because his mechanical eye can be hooked up to Sasori with a single wire, allowing him to immediately pass on any stored images or data to the cyborg without the information being at any point viewable to any third party. They argue near incessantly, and Deidara finds Sasori repellent in both his physical form and his mindset, but when Deidara gets booted from wherever he's living for being disruptive (this happens rather frequently), Sasori's is the first sofa he'll look to sleep on. Possibly this is because any other one of his colleagues would kill him as soon as he started to get annoying.
Goals: None. Deidara does not go through life with any specific aim in mind other than to make art and have fun. As long as these two criteria are fulfilled, he's happy; anything else he does is to save his skin or keep himself in enough money to continue making art and having fun. He reasons at some point the quality of the art he makes and the amount of fun he is having will start to diminish; at that point he fully intends to blow himself up, because as far as he's concerned there is no point in anything existing much longer than after its peak has passed.
Other: You want me to make this any longer? 8D' I THINK NOT. WELL - just that I hope you don't mind my making him from London >_> Anyone will be able to tell you that I am very noisily from London, but please don't take it as any kind of self-insertion thing - Deidara coming from an East End council estate is just funny. Most kids round that sort of place do seriously punctuate every sentence with 'yeah', and I couldn't resist it. Also, by anime canon he has a sexy voice, and everyone knows British accents are sexy. Or something. Oh, also he can speak French passably well, and likes to play arcade games when he has a moment free absolutely nothing better to do.
Name: SQUEAKFACE
AIM: ohmnomnom
Character Information
Name: Deidara
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Artsexual. Mostly. When it comes to actual sex, he's pretty much bi, but he doesn't generally find people interesting enough to bother, and he gets more of a kick out of blowing things up than from sex anyway.
Skills/Ability: Deidara's style of ninjutsu is based mostly around his skill with clay and his ability to infuse it with chakra from the mouths on his hands to bring them to life and to detonate them: his preferred creations are birds - or things like them - but he also likes spiders. And sometimes fish. Although he can use any kind of normal clay for his explosives, it uses less chakra and less effort to create special mixes to use beforehand; possibly the only organised aspect of his person are the meticulously labelled drawers and bags of powders, chemicals and the like that he uses to give his clay that extra bite. He usually makes them very small to begin with and increases their size when he uses them, although that's not always the case. Some of his more grand-scale explosives can take out the better part of a town in one go.
He's also a dab hand at building bombs with more conventional means; plastic explosives, electronics and the rest are all within his scope of ability, but he favours the sculptures because apart from bringing the clay with him, they require no prior preparation.
Spending so much time around noisy explosions has left Deidara a little on the deaf side, but this doesn't appear to bother him.
Besides sculptures, he puts his hand-mouths and clay skills to use making his own bullets. He doesn't do this very much just because it's fiddly and difficult to put clay into a bullet in a way that will actually work - it takes far longer than he can usually be bothered with, so he doesn't often have many of his 'special' bullets with him, and doesn't often use them, often favouring his sculptures just out of whimsy.
When he does use them, though, they are devastatingly effective - they explode violently either on impact or when he makes the hand seal to detonate them. Combined with the fact that the zooming and aiming capabilities of his mechanical eye make him an exceptionally sharp shot, this makes Deidara with a gun a formidable opponent - provided he manages to keep his distance. His bombs are useless close-range unless he wants to take himself out too, and while he's not completely incompetent at hand-to-hand combat, he's just not very strong. This is on account of his bloodline: the mouths swallow into crops (as in, the storage pouch in the oesophagus as found in many birds) of a sort in his forearms. This whole system leaves him with an abnormal muscle structure in his hands and arms that simply doesn't give him as much strength as a normal person's. Considering he doesn't do a lot of training in taijutsu to bolster his subpar arm strength (he's not one for channeling effort into things he's very little natural talent for), this means Deidara has a pretty weak grip and isn't one for heavy lifting.
He would never punch someone. If he did, he would probably lose teeth. He's not too keen on striking people with his hands in general, simply because it tends to hurt him more than them. That won't stop him using his knees, feet or elbows in a pinch, but when fighting he tends to stick to ranged attacks wherever possible. If it comes to it, he'll bite, but the mouths in his hands don't exactly have strong jaws or sharp teeth; their key use for him is not as tools for combat in themselves, but as a means to creating his combat tools.
The final point worth covering is the aforementioned mechanical eye. Besides helping Deidara take aim and zooming in on things, it tells the time. And it can store images and record clips of what he sees for his later perusal (although it can't record sound). These can be transferred onto a computer with a USB cable in much the same manner as one would with a digital camera, but it's nigh impossible to work out what buttons one's supposed to be pressing when one can't see into it like Deidara can.
He can upload text, video and image files onto it for his own viewing.
... Make of this what you will.
It's wired directly to his brain, so it's possible that anyone managing to tamper with it while he was unconscious could cause something to go wrong in his head.
Then again, if you got Deidara unconscious, the best course of action would probably be to sever a vital artery while you had the chance.
Personality: The extent to which Deidara just does not give a damn is somewhat astonishing. He cares very little for anything that isn't to do with his art - and while he cares deeply, genuinely and honestly about that, he can and will dismiss anything and everything else from his attention with callous ease. If it's not art, it's not his problem - his willingness to follow the government orders he's given stems only from the fact that he has nothing better to do and it pays the bills - and he can get away with far more illegal activities when he's working for the government than when he's not. He can get away with more art.
The art in question is the art of explosions. To Deidara, it's not just a means of achieving ends, as jutsu generally are; it is life, it is sublime and it is art. As far as he's concerned no experience can match the thrill and beauty of the moment of detonation. He has formed his life philosophy and approach to fine art around this: nothing is at its most beautiful and perfect for more than an instant. That instant should be strived for, and all besides it is worthless.
He usually talks about this quite matter-of-factly, although when he really gets into it something lights up in him and he gets a little unfocused on his surroundings for the sake on focusing on what he's talking about. That aside, though, he has a very casual manner of speech, very rarely going to the trouble of being formal about anything. He generally seems as if he ought to be the sociable sort, but actually he's not that interested in people. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid them by any means, but nor does he go to any efforts to socialise. He's generally happy to enjoy himself alone and has no interest in cultivating relationships.
Besides his art, Deidara loves flight, the sky, the wind and the idea of birds if not real birds themselves; the joy of flight is, for him, almost up there with the joy of explosives. Although in town he has little opportunity for flight without drawing undue attention to himself, he still likes the tall buildings and joys in being high up where he can. In his free time he sculpts for non-explosive purposes, as well as drawing - his drawings are quick and light, usually conveying an idea of something in very few lines if not capturing much of its actual form. He does not consider the sculptures themselves, or his drawings, art. He will talk about them as artistic, but as far as he's concerned, true fine art is the moment of destruction, and nothing else.
He likes rain. He likes sculpting in the rain, so that what he creates is eroded as he creates it. Unsurprisingly, he's also very keen on thunderstorms. He likes percussive, upbeat music, and has trouble not tapping to it when he's not dancing.
He fidgets quite a lot when he's got nothing to do, be it toying with clay (he never goes anywhere without it where possible), fiddling with the ends of his hair, doodling, tracing patterns over things with his fingers, tapping, humming or chewing his nails with the mouths on his hands.
He doesn't like to read; he prefers the visual and the tactile to the written word, and likes stories to be told rather than written down. He'd much rather experience something first-hand than hear or read about it, but he'd sooner hear about it than read - besides which he's just plain bad at reading or writing; he's pretty severely dyslexic, and isn't by nature inclined to put effort into getting better at things he's bad at when he doesn't consider them enjoyable.
He likes chaos, bright colours, loud noises and strong-tasting foods. He is not one for appreciation of the subtler, more refined and delicate things.
He is claustrophobic, dislikes darkness, and strongly dislikes having to stay in places where he can't see at least a bit of the sky.
He is fairly good with small children, when he doesn't creep them out, but would kill them as soon as look at them if he had what he thought of as a reason to do it.
He is stark raving mad.
Appearance: Deidara wears his blond hair long; some of it's usually tied up in a ponytail, but most of the time a fair amount hangs loose down his back, and over half his face. This is mostly to cover his mechanical eye - although it doesn't hide it completely, and as a serious effort to conceal this abnormality it is an utter failure, Deidara prefers to diminish its visibility at least slightly, because he loathes it. It is streamlined, metallic and emits a soft whirring noise when in use; on the front are a couple of lenses and a flash, and on the side are six buttons. Besides the eye proper, a metal plate covers his face around the eye instead of skin. It can be removed when the mechanisms need to be adjusted; beneath it one can see the muscles and bones of his face, along with the wires, metal and plastic replacing the bits he's lost (in an accident: see Background below).
His remaining eye is blue-green, hawklike, unblinking and often undisguisedly mad, especially when coupled with the wide, lunatic smirk that he frequently has plastered all over his face. He is of medium height and lithely built; he is not especially well-muscled, especially on his lower arms, which tend to look a bit odd and skinny and large-wristed compared to the rest of him, but he is quick and light and can jump like Spring-Heeled Jack on a drug.
He dresses fairly unremarkably in black or navy turtleneck jumpers, jeans and a black leather jacket with spacious pockets. He usually carries a bag of some sort, usually full of clay. He also wears black fingerless gloves when out and about in Bijuushi, to conceal the hand-mouths, and a black headband whose ends trail down his back with his hair.
Background: Deidara was born in London and grew up on a housing estate in the East End. His father (from whom he inherited the mouths on his hands) was heavily involved in (shinobi) gang culture, but that wasn't what killed him - it was a suicide bomb on a bus when he was taking his four-year-old son home from school. Deidara, obviously, survived, but rather than being traumatised by the experience, he was entranced by the sight of the explosion.
His mother was distraught at the fact that he never seemed particularly bothered by his father's death, and although she taught him taijutsu and some basic ninjutsu she hardly welcomed Deidara's fascination with things that went bang. Nothing discouraged this interest, though, and for all he seemed equally thrilled by more innocuous modelling activities, it wasn't too long before he started to work out how to transfer chakra from his palms to his clay to bring it to life and to detonate it. When aged thirteen he started getting involved with one of the more unpleasant (and technologically innovative) shinobi gangs in his area, it was almost purely so that he could get his slobbering hands on the explosives they used. He displayed a natural skill for bombs of all sorts and an utter lack of consideration for the value of human life, and quickly became indispensable despite the fact that it was kind of unnerving how willing he was to kill innocent people. It was among these people that Deidara learned to fire a gun, developed his ninja abilities hit on the idea of blending explosive substances with his clay, learned to make his explosive bullets - and lost his left eye, in an accidental explosion, when he was fifteen years old.
It wasn't just the eye that was lost. The socket, his cheekbone, muscles and ligaments in that side of his face were all damaged beyond his body's ability to regrow, and although he was rushed to hospital to have it healed, he was expected to go around half-blind with lopsided facial expressions for the rest of his life.
Fortunately for Deidara - or unfortunately; he was never happy with the results - he'd made friends, of sorts, among the ninja folk of the gang he was a part of, and the combined skills of a few of them in mechanics and medical jutsu resulted in the first incarnation of his mechanical eye. The wires simulating optic nerves and the like, as well as the wires and plastic that replaced the muscle, bone and ligaments he'd lost and gave him back his wide, unnerving grin, are for the most part still the same ones, but at that stage the eyepiece, put together from bits of computer and an old webcam, had a very limited zoom, poor picture quality, and no capacity to store data.
The creators are now dead - they were among the five gang members Deidara killed in a dispute about art when he was sixteen. He initially avoided police capture by killing the police, but he was never very good at stealth; he was arrested, tried and imprisoned on multiple charges of murder over the course of the following few months.
His incarceration barely lasted half a year - the government covertly offered him his freedom (and the present upgrade to his mechanical eye) if he would agree to use his abilities on their behalf. He agreed, but promises from Deidara mean very little, especially when 'freedom' actually turned out to be much the same as imprisonment, except that they let him have clay when they sent him out to take care of the things they used him to take care of. At the first available opportunity, he kept some of the clay he was given up one of his arms, and used it to escape and kill everyone who got in his way. He flew one of his birds out of the country and across the channel to Europe, living covertly in France for a couple of years before he managed to make himself wanted for murder again, and had to make a run for it. Fortunately for him, a clay bird is more manoeuvrable than a helicopter, and bullets can do little to living clay, and he managed to get away, continuing to travel from country to country, working for people who needed things covertly blown up and considered themselves either above or beyond reproach for employing homicidal maniacs to do it, and leaving as soon as the reproach came, or he considered the terms of employment too restrictive, or he got bored.
Bijuushi is merely the latest in this string of jobs, but looks like being longer than anything Deidara's done before.
Relationships: Deidara works most frequently with Sasori; this is mostly because his mechanical eye can be hooked up to Sasori with a single wire, allowing him to immediately pass on any stored images or data to the cyborg without the information being at any point viewable to any third party. They argue near incessantly, and Deidara finds Sasori repellent in both his physical form and his mindset, but when Deidara gets booted from wherever he's living for being disruptive (this happens rather frequently), Sasori's is the first sofa he'll look to sleep on. Possibly this is because any other one of his colleagues would kill him as soon as he started to get annoying.
Goals: None. Deidara does not go through life with any specific aim in mind other than to make art and have fun. As long as these two criteria are fulfilled, he's happy; anything else he does is to save his skin or keep himself in enough money to continue making art and having fun. He reasons at some point the quality of the art he makes and the amount of fun he is having will start to diminish; at that point he fully intends to blow himself up, because as far as he's concerned there is no point in anything existing much longer than after its peak has passed.
Other: You want me to make this any longer? 8D' I THINK NOT. WELL - just that I hope you don't mind my making him from London >_> Anyone will be able to tell you that I am very noisily from London, but please don't take it as any kind of self-insertion thing - Deidara coming from an East End council estate is just funny. Most kids round that sort of place do seriously punctuate every sentence with 'yeah', and I couldn't resist it. Also, by anime canon he has a sexy voice, and everyone knows British accents are sexy. Or something. Oh, also he can speak French passably well, and likes to play arcade games when he has a moment free absolutely nothing better to do.