Story Name: Beautiful Disasters
Disclaimer: I don't own Deidara or the Naruto series.
Summary: Basically this is a Deidara love story, with some Gaara twists. Hope you like!
Basics:
Name: Rina (meaning "jasmine" or "village") Hatake (your mother is the sister of Kakashi and you adopted her last name after your parents died)
Age: 15 (about four years younger than Deidara)
Village: Iwagakure (Hidden Rock Village)
Status: Jounin
Appearance:
Hair: You have auburn, reddish hair that's more red than brown. It runs down to your middle back but you usually have it pulled up in a ponytail. You have a sweeping sidebang to the right that covers up part of your right eye.
Eyes: You have hazel eyes that occaisionally turn colors to green also. It's a dark green though not like emerald or anything. When they are hazel they consist of colors of orange, brown, gold, and red.
Clothing: You wear a netted undershirt with a black tank top over it, and in the winter you wear a black long-sleeve. You wear cargo pants with shorts underneath and tough boots. You wear fingerless gripping gloves and bandaging/tape starting on your wrists a third up your arm.
Weapons: You wear a small blade strapped to your left thigh and a set of knuckle blades on your right hip. They measure 2 and 1/2 feet when extended. Also you have a series of exploding notes on your left arm where you can tear them off easily. No one can make them.. explode.. (ehehe) except for you. You have what appears to be a sapphire and gold ring on your right middle finger and when infused with chakra it enables you to do a special ninjutsu that makes that fist punch 10x harder than you ever could.
On The Inside:
Personality: Before your parents died you were pretty outgoing and fun to be around. After they were gone you took outall your rage onvicious , you're very quiet and almost lonely. You're not a very sociable person and have a hard time making friends. However, when you do become well-acquainted with someone, you get attached and open up a lot. This proves to be a weakness over time and thus, over time, you learn to become less trusting and more suspicious.
