Name: Zachariah Finch
Alias: March Hare
Age: 17
Personality: Afflicted with a rather unfortunate menagerie of mental disorders, Zach is an incredibly skittish young man. Whereas he used to be quiet and mild-mannered, his condition has drastically changed his behaviour. The first thing most people see when meeting Zach is his spirit. He's always been an energetic one, ever since his 'near-death experience', almost to a fault. The guy is extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and the things he says. As far as he's concerned, life is just too short to sit around let shit just happen - it's all about the now, and how you handle the people and things that surround you. If he likes something, chances are he'll let you know it, and if he doesn't, well, he's never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he's never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not.
Zach has never met a boundary he wouldn't cross, and he'll often exhaust himself to gain someone's undivided attention. All in all, he is an extremely passionate, and emotional person. When he truly takes interest in something, he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about almost everything else. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, the things he thinks about, and the people he chooses to follow.
Background: As the son of an art director and an antiques collector, Zach was fortunate enough to have led unusually charmed life full of blessings. While that was never a bad thing, it did bestow upon him a slightly skewed perspective of the world. Since his parents was quite well-off, they often hosted fancy dinner and lunch parties for their friends. Even at a young age, Zach found helping to set up cutlery in the correct order therapeutic. His pride and joy though, was a tea set. It wasn’t any ordinary tea set, but an ornate, many-cupped affair whose elements each fit into the formfitted cubbies of a velvet-lined mahogany box. When his mother showed it to him for the first time, Zach had been more than happy to learn to handle them with care, painstakingly laying out the cups in their saucers with china spoons. It was a strange interest for a young boy to have, but his parents had always encouraged uniqueness and he never really got bullied about it. Needless to say, the meaning of struggle was unfamiliar to him.
The lenses of his rose-tinted sunglasses were shattered a little after his 14th birthday. Zach began to experience intense stomach pains, but thought nothing much of it. Soon, he found it painful to even eat, and as a result, lost 35 pounds over a four month period. His parents knew something was incredibly wrong, and with much pleading, finally convinced Zach to see a doctor. Multiple blood tests and biopsies over the course of two months time came back with results showing that he had contracted Acute Myeloid Leukemia. It was terrifying, not only for him, but for the rest of her family as well. There were so many things he had planned to do after graduating that became impossible. Not only that, but the crippling fear of death was overwhelming. Luckily, a combination of chemotherapy medications worked well enough to put him in remission for his leukemia, and the only thing lost was his hair.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of his problems. While his physical health had improved greatly, Zach's mental health was at a decline. Coming as close to death as he had is never easy, and it caused him stress for many months. At his doctor’s request, he began attending cancer support groups, but Zach found they weren’t helping in the slightest. He couldn’t help but think back to the time where he believed he wouldn’t make it past his diagnosis, and the realisation of just how quickly he could've been gone set in.
If there was one thing he took away from his support groups, it would be the phrase carpe diem, or sieze the day. It became a mantra to him as he applied it to practically every aspect of his life, and often times used it as an excuse for his erratic behavior. The truth of the matter was that he was (and still is) more scared than ever. Not of living, but of death and what comes after. The terror of being forgotten is something that has rooted itself in Zach's brain, gnawing at his psyche constantly.
Because of this, Zach is incredibly uncomfortable if he is not the center of attention. He exhausts himself trying to make his mark in the minds of those around him; often times forcing himself to make a fool of himself. This behavior was such a contrast of the person he once was that his parents immediately took notice. Support groups and one-on-one therapy were obviously not enough for him, and they wanted Zach to get the best help he could. It was a hard decision for everyone, but they decided that sending him off to a psych ward would be for the best.
Zach's latest obsession, however; formed soon after he arrived. After hearing about the countless medicinal benefits of tea from a TV commercial, he became convinced that tea was a miracle cure, and that it would prevent him from ever having a relapse. To him, tea is the lifeblood. He may not love it, but he certainly has neurotic fixation with it. Green tea, oolong tea, hibiscus tea - whichever kind it is, Zach'll drink it day and night, if only to keep any and all life-threatening illnesses at bay. Combined with his newly resurfaced infatuation with tea sets, he found himself inviting the other patients to join him in this tea-drinking.
Diagnosis: Borderline and Histrionic Personality Disorder, with growing signs of OCD.