Growing up, Deidara had always been a boy of passions, thus felt that the life glory and recognition had been destined for him. He was passionate, charismatic, and maybe a bit hotheaded, but he even had the face for fame. In regards of his passion, Deidara absolutely loved for the arts, doubling in all art forms but favouring sculpture and abstract the most. To him, art didn’t need to be complex to be the most dazzling, instead, he found the simplistic forms of art the most beautiful and in itself, the most complex because not everyone could understand the secret of abstract. With his passion for art and bright yet cool personally, Deidara certainly left an impression among his peers.
In regards to his hotheadedness, Deidara’s own fault is that he is completely adamant about his stance on art. He believes the most beautiful, pure, and true face of art was meant to cherished in memory as art meant to last only lost its meaning. That said, due to his views of art, he’s met some backlash against his vision and thus in turn grows both hostile and defensive– however any remark that belittle his art evoke his passionate emotions to explode and he is then more like to become irrationally violent and rashful. Because of this, he was often kicked out of the Art Club at school, if not sent to detention or ostracized.
While Deidara’s hotheaded nature may seem nothing but brash immaturity from any child, it’s actually a very concerning manner for Deidara as he suffers from Congenital Analgesia, a condition that makes it difficult for him to tell the intensity of pain, heat, or cold– of he can feel it at all. Because of Deidara’s rash responses to when he is greatly angered, any injuries he received or gave to himself are always checked– no matter how benign they seem. Due to this, Deidara is often coddled and while sometimes he doesn’t mind this sort of behaviour, other times he’s embarrassed and or annoyed. Sometimes however, when he was a child, because he had no consequence to pain, he’d purposely injure himself for the attention of his busy-bodied parents– though he eventually stopped when he saw that there was no changing to his parents’ lifestyle.
Aside that, while his parents could be compared to workaholics, when Deidara entered school, all of his teachers had been notified of his condition. Much to his dismay and embarrassment, his parents had requested that Deidara not participate in any gym classes because “the risks are too dangerous for a boy like him”. Unfortunately for Deidara, the request was granted and he was not allowed to join any gym class or sport because of the “same risks”. That said, while most boys partook in sports activities, Deidara was teased for his inability to do so and often felt excluded. When his peers learned of his condition, Deidara found himself to be the victim of bullies curious to “test the rumours to see if they were true”. While Deidara didn’t feel pain from whatever punches or shoves he received, the bullying immediately stopped when his father threatened to sue when his mother discovered him trying to hide his bruises with her make-up.
All in all, the beginning of Deidara’s first year at school hadn’t been exciting nor as promising as he hoped to believe when he entered the school. Instead, he was outcasted and prohibited from most physical activities no thanks to his overbearing parents and he barely had anyone he could call a friend. That all changed when he met Onoki, the school’s principal. Seeing the boy’s loneliness from being ostracized by his peers, Onoki took Deidara to one of the school’s most prided clubs– the Chemistry Club. Unlike the activities that Deidara believed to represent the school (the athletics’ programs), Deidara found himself genuinely intrigued by the ingenuity of the Chemistry Club, dazzled by one of their projects to make fireworks. There, Deidara met his peers that soon became his friends.
While first years weren’t typically allowed in the advance science clubs, thanks to Onoki’s more than polite suggestion, Deidara was allowed to partake in the club’s activities and it was discovered that Deidara had a hidden talent for the science. When it became apparent of Deidara’s prodigy, Deidara became a permanent member of the club and then was introduced to the Chemistry Club’s more private and mischievous group, the “Explosion Corps”– a gang that served to pull juvenile pranks involving fireworks and low-grade explosives for mere laughs. Unfortunately during Deidara’s third year a school, the Chemistry Club and thus the Explosion Corps disbanded when the school discovered items missing in bulk from the Chemistry department’s supply room...
After the fall of the Chemistry Club, with or without the Explosion Corps, Deidara was given a new passion: explosives. While Deidara had already had a fondness to fireworks, both the Chemistry Club and the Explosion Corps opened a new door for Deidara as the artisan found himself becoming a pyromaniac. Fire was always something his mother never allowed him to go near, but now no match, lighter, or even candle could escape his grasp. It was then, Deidara decided that school was no longer his goal. Instead, he wanted time to master his newest and greatest art form: bombs.
At 15, despite his condition, Deidara felt that he could no longer allow himself to be held back and ran away from home and dropped out of school. From there on out, he learned to fend for himself– something that he couldn’t do before, or so his mother had drilled into his head. During this period of his life, Deidara earned money by freelancing art, selling spray paint art that took the fancy of the folks walking by on the streets. However when night struck, Deidara’s pyromaniac self would take it upon himself to light up the streets with bombs that ranged for sensitive bottle bombs to bombs he concealed as mere clay art pieces.
One day however, while he believed all his nightly activities to be anonymous, going by the alias “Clay Bomber” the media had so kindly dubbed him, he was one day approached by the Akatsuki and requested to join their gang. Deidara had completely brushed them off, but he wondered just how they knew who he was when he never stayed in the same place for long. Ultimately however, when Deidara found himself joining the gang after relenting his stubbornness towards Itachi, who managed to sway the teenager’s opinion of joining the group.
For the next three years, since joining the Akatsuki, Deidara was trained to defend himself in physical fights and he grew used to wielding a weapon and the blood it drew (be it his own or other). While it seemed beneficial that Deidara “could take a punch”, the risks of his condition still loomed over him and Deidara had to pay extra attention to his body, making sure everything was sound in his body as much as he possibly could. If Deidara ever felt too paranoid by his conditioned, he’d usually disappear without a word to check himself inside a free clinic. That said, he has yet to tell anyone of his condition now that he found a stable place to live and was given work under Sasori, another Akatsuki member that– much to Deidara’s delight– was also an artist and owned an art supply store. With Deidara feeling like he had a good control on his life, he rewarded himself with some tattoos, a grinning mouth on each palm of his mouth with its tongue sticking out, and then on his just above his heart is a distinct tattoo resembling a seal of sorts.
