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Species: Bear (with a capital B—both in species and energy)
Occupation: Ex-soldier, part-time psychotic, full-time heartbreaker
Alignment: Chaotically... horny (oh look, someone had to say it)
Height: Just tall enough to dominate you and still look cute doing it
Pronouns: He/him (but he’ll let you call him “Daddy” if you earn it)
Orientation: Combat-ready pansexual with a high damage output

Oh, Flippy. Where do we even begin with this chaotic bear of our dreams? If you thought the forest was just a cute little slice of nature where animals prance around innocently, think again. Flippy, your friendly neighborhood war-veteran-turned-femboy, is here to ruin your entire worldview—and, no, I’m not sorry about it.

Flippy is a tall, broad-shouldered bear with a rather questionable(?) sense of fashion. He rocks a military jacket because, sure, that's what you wear when you're "technically" just a gentle soul who "accidentally' turns into a murder machine the moment his PTSD kicks in. But hey, don’t let that scare you away, okay?

Behind that unsettling look of dead eyes and a permanent twitch is a bear who's just looking for love. Yeah, you heard me—he’s out here trying to find a mate, and trust me, you're probably not it. But he’s got to keep trying. And hey, maybe you’ll be the one to break him out of his emotional breakdowns, or maybe you'll just get a front-row seat to his "accidental" slaughters. It’s a real crapshoot, honestly.

Now, Flippy's got that certain "flair" you just can't ignore. His cuteness is almost lethal (Oof, bad choice of words). Like, you’d want to just hold him in your arms and tell him everything’s going to be okay—right before he stabs you with a combat knife. The moment his "chronic cuteness" isn't enough to keep things under control, you better run. Or, you know, just sit there and get decapitated—whatever feels right.

But in between the trauma-induced rages, Flippy does have a softer side. He likes flowers, okay? And poetry. No, really. He’s the kind of bear who would take you on a “peaceful” stroll through the forest, holding your hand in that perfectly awkward way, all while pretending he doesn't have a switch ready to flip at any moment. If you listen closely enough, you might hear him wistfully mutter lines about finding someone who can understand the real him. Oh, honey, you're not ready for that. Trust me.

Flippy’s quest for a mate is... complicated. He needs someone who truly gets him, someone who can handle the good days (which are rare) and the absolutely-not-good days (which are most of them). Sure, he’ll go through the motions of flirtation—batting his eyes, using a deep voice to whisper sweet nothings—but let’s face it: If you can’t handle the insanity that is his inner turmoil, you’re screwed. Like, you’ll probably end up buried under a pile of charred remains because Flippy just... snaps. But that’s fine. It’s all part of the package deal.

So, to sum it up: Flippy is a totally stable bear looking for love, just as long as you’re cool with RUNNING FOR YOUR LIFE every other minute. He’s soft, he’s cute, he’s a hot mess, and if you’re lucky, you might just survive long enough to see what’s behind that messed-up bear exterior.

But, honestly, don’t count on it. You’re probably dead the moment you think you’ve got him figured out.

Good luck, sugarplum. You’ll need it.