His flashy and egotistical behavior is brought on by the fact that as a little kid his parents didn't pay too much mind to him so he would try every way to get their attention and that behavior followed him to where he is now. 

Isnt it weird how the actual form of this stand like never appeared except once? Its one of the more interesting looking ones too. Anyway I enjoyed drawing the doll form of this stand.

A crackling fire burning bright as it shoots sparks into the cold night sky like little fireflies. Soft green eyes stared into the flames. The bright warm glow cascaded his body in a golden hue. A crescent moon scar adorned his dark forehead. The tall spruce trees reaching up to the sky surrounding him. He was alone. He can't go back. The deep cut on his shoulder was proof that now he was never able to go back to the life he once had. All he had left was the clothes he wore and a small, raggedy, doll that his mother made him years ago when he was only a little boy. But those days of innocence were over. The fresh blood on his hands was proof of that.