All finished. ^^

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://s3dayrebucket.s3-ap-southeast-1.amazonaws.com/2BUVwNMsaptH7WxU7fsG.jpg[/img] 

[b]Name:[/b] Lucas Soto

[b]Number:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 25 

[b]Illness/Difference:[/b] Bipolar Disorder

[b]Personality:[/b] Lucas, to most people, is a spark that flares up and then dies down. Soto is his name and attention is his game. Lucas loves to meet new people and be chaotic if only to shake things up and make his peers smile. His audacious and wisecrack personality is only rivaled by his constant nervous energy. Words usually leave his lips before he has time to process his own thoughts. Even with the best intentions, this can often get him in trouble with more sensitive individuals. Lucas doesn't spend a lot of time in between his extremes and is often either high strung with nervous ticks or completely exhausted of all energy and seemingly oblivious to the world around him      

[b]Text color:[/b] [color=82ca9d]Mint[/color] 

[b]Background:[/b] Lucas would never admit it, but this disorder has affected him as far back as he can remember. He grew up with his older sister and grandmother while their parents worked overseas. His sister was gone most days and nights working two jobs and his grandmother stayed home, yelling broken japanese at the living room wall. That musty cramped apartment was enough to drive him crazy. And sitting still in a classroom was never an option. Lucas preferred to roam free; to follow the railroad tracks until the sun set, whooping and hollering at the graffitied trains passing by. Playing hooky never proved to be a problem for him until he started feeling too brave. Some days he would sneak from the house with four or five pots and pans, set up in town, and perform on his extravagant drum set for any poor soul within ear shot. The occasional flight or fight with the cops was worth his freedom. Anyone who saw Lucas outside of his tiny apartment saw a vibrant truant with an infinite supply of energy. It was another story when he came home, which was what got sent to the loony bin. Lucas still had plenty of spirit at home, but it was out right destructive. When his grandmother yelled at the walls, he screamed back until his voice cracked. Books were thrown, sheets ripped, and mirrors broken. Then it would all come to an abrupt stop and Lucas would collapse in a pile of blankets on his floor, curling up into a fetal position. Once he turned 18, he began his stay at Brocklen Hall. Since then, Lucas' more violent behavior has calmed down to occasional outbursts and depressive episodes.  

[b]Other:[/b] Lucas has difficulty finishing meals and falling asleep.