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Character You're Applying For: Aomidori Deidara (made up last name, whut.)
Series: Naruto~
Highschool Name: Village High School

History: Deidara was born as normal and mediocre as everyone else. The first few years he lived in a peaceful, naive happiness; as an only child growing up in Iwagakure, he recieved a great deal of protection, love, and attention from his doting parents. Maybe a little too much. Throughout his childhood he began to crave attention from all those around him -- a need that subconciously stuck with him into his teenage years. He acted out, talking back to teachers and parents and dressing in increasingly unusual and wild ways. After a time, his desire for attention faded with age (faded with age, not maturity), but he still drew attention to himself wherever he went. He just wasn't the type of person who blended into the background. That was when he discovered fire. It began with a slightly inebriated bonfire party after his grade 8 graduation. Over the course of two months, Deidara's natural liking for fire grew into an obsession, and finally a form of pyromania. It quickly got out of hand, finally resulting in Deidara accidentally burning down most of his house. No one was seriously injured, but his prim and proper parents could not bear to live in their hometown any longer, what with the malicious gossip flying around. People whispered tales of the Aomidori's strange and maniacal son burning his own home to the ground. His parents refused to believe any of it (despite much of it being true), but their reputation was tarnished all the same, and they moved to a far-away town.

15-year-old Deidara began attending high school at Village High School while his parents hoped for a fresh start. But they didn't know that no matter where they went, their son would never stop attracting rumours...

Sample RP:
Deidara pounded up the front steps and jammed his key into the door's lock. For half a second he struggled with it, twisting and turning the small brass piece to fit into the keyhole. The door flung open and he darted inside, slamming it shut behind him. From the kitchen, he could hear his parents' voices, first jabbering amicably and finally noticing the sudden and raucous return of their teenage son.

"Oh! Dei-chan! You're home!" squealed his overzealous mother, immediately dropping the wooden spoon she held and hastening over to greet her so-called "precious baby boy".

"Mom! Mom! You don't have to call me that anymore, un! Hey! Stop that!" Deidara protested as she flung her arms around him and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. But really, at the moment, he couldn't care less what she called him or how much uneccessary affection she attacked him with. He had much more...pressing matters on his mind.

"It's 11 PM! Your father and I were so worried! Where were you, Dei-chan?!" she squealed all at once.

Wouldn't you like to know.

"Um...I got held up at the library again, un," Deidara muttered, trying and failing to wriggle out of her tight embrace. "I'm fine, un," he assured her, and finally she let go. The blonde quickly but reluctantly returned her hug and bolted up the stairs and into his room. Swinging the door shut behind him, Deidara flopped onto his bed and sighed heavily. After staring at the ceiling for a moment with exhaustion, he sat up and unzipped his black jacket, tossing it to the floor. Discarding his crimson-coloured t-shirt as well, he studied his torso with a deep frown crossing his features.

His flesh was laced with cuts, bruises, and burns. Battle scars from his most recent escadape; the reason why he had arrived home late and in such a hurry. He hadn't been held up at the library -- as if. He'd been exploring this city his family had just moved to a week ago, and had unknowingly wandered into "claimed territory", where he had proceeded to set fire to a car. Of course that resulted in a fight with the owner, who apparently spotted his burning automobile through the window of the pizzeria he had been in at the time. How stupid had Deidara been to try a stunt like that? Even if it was a beat-up old Honda and no one was around (or so he'd thought), it wasn't very wise; and now he had these wounds to show for it. As he took a damp cloth and began dabbing at his injuries, he sighed and began humming softly to himself. Burning cars may not be routine for him, but nursing injuries was.

Slowly, his lips twisted into a wide and mischievious grin.

"I think I've decided what to do on Saturday, un..."