Kieran Aegar never thought about much about the future. To him it had always been such a fleeting thing. Something he couldn’t control or predict. Shifting. Weightless. Intangible. Unknowable. Perhaps that’s why he was always scared of it. Not a paralyzing fear, but a fear big enough to gnaw at him and set his teeth on edge. His father always told him that there was nothing to fear but fear itself, and so Kieran threw himself into the heart of fear. He lied about his age and joined the army. What he saw in the war was beyond recall, and to say Kieran was lucky to get out alive is an overstatement. He wished he had died there. Getting out for him was not a stroke of luck. He came away with post traumatic stress disorder and a second personality with a lust for blood and the kill. Whenever he hears something that reminds him of war, he flips out and brutally slaughters whatever living thing he sees. That’s how he got the nickname Flippy. Such a stupid nickname but it works. He got it while attending a group therapy session. A particularly careless jerk takes the credit for that one. “Heh, so you flip out and go bonkers? We should call you Flippy.” Well, Flippy flipped out a few days later and that jerk never laughed again. It’s not as though he has a choice in the matter when it comes to his uncontrollable side. It comes uncalled and vanishes when it pleases or when there’s no one left to kill. Usually the latter. The trauma of what his other side does now only adds to his nightmare filled nights and fear filled days. Kieran can hardly hold himself together anymore. He wants to escape this world: face a death he can never return from. But it never comes. Death is as fleeting as the future, but still he tries. He will try and try again until he can finally find peace. He is a troubled but gentle soul. He loves and wants to be loved, but no one wants to be around him. He could kill them at any moment if so much as a needle drops and it reminds him of a pin falling after it’s drawn out of a grenade. It’s so sad that one so young has to bear all his suffering alone. Kieran is about twenty years old, though he looks a bit younger than that. He's lean and of average height with a strong build. He's relatively fair skinned and has scars, but that's a bit of a given since he was in the army. He also has green hair that he keeps short, but it grows rather quickly and is always a mess. His eyes are a dull green-yellow, but they glow fully golden when the other side emerges.