Thresh Coggs, Avox

Thresh has, and has always had, a strange presence. With high-set cheek bones that the Capitol kept for looks, his face is extremely angular and quirky enough to appear it belongs to a Capitolite rather than a Districter. As it was, the Capitolits found his cheek bones and long, angular face worthy of not being surged into what they claim is new and beautiful. At a scary six-foot-two, he intimidates even his own masters. Like any Avox, his teeth have been bleached, skin tones to perfection and his own unruly hair greased back. And like the rest of the Avoxes, Thresh is always dressed like a servant and given an obvious mark to say he is so.

Years spent as one of District Six's finest originally gave Thresh pale skin and unruly dark hair. He had not the best type of living, even as highly advanced of his age. But the Capitol loves its people, and servants, to look perfect. So Thresh was transformed to look perfect, even when he was not exactly the most perfect looking. Like his face, the distinct blue-gray of his eyes was not changed purely to remind that he was not a Capitolite. His lips were plump and little stand-offish of his face but the Capitol took them down in size, only adding how strange he feels and look in his mouth.

With an Avox, one cannot know their personality by the simplicity of conversation. Even watching his face, it is hard to tell exactly what Thresh is like. He looks void of emotion. Of thought and interest, it appears he has not either. But the face does not always hold who one is, even when the eyes are the windows to the soul. He himself has a spark in his eyes that sometimes one can see if they look close enough. Though no one ever does and this has created a loner effect for him. The transformation of one personality to another was never quite completed with Thresh.

He used to be passionate about everything, whether simple as helping a young districter or as complex as hating the Capitol and its 'Games'. He had a love for everything scientific and even though he despised their Games, he was interested in how they were created. Thresh wasn't strong, but in wits he took the gold medal. A passionate, intelligent man who cared for those of his distinct.

Turned into an Avox, he should have lost a majority of his traits. Thresh should have become a completely different person. Quiet, respectful, complete void of emotions and thoughts, what the Capitolits expect of an Avox. He kept his passion, hidden under the lock and key of his face though this is where the spark comes from. The obvious quirk to be kept was his intelligence and it would still show if he could talk. he has given up on those he cared for, even his old district as a whole. He hasn't grown strong and sometimes his wits show through the mask. It is even harder for him to keep face in check when the people around are as ridiculous as they are.

Thresh was brought up with the ideal that you breathed, trained and produced for the Capitol. For the Hunger Games and the big man in charge. He was raised to believe that all his life would was intellect for them. That was supposed to be his purpose, his goal to fulfill. In District Six, there wasn't as much pride in becoming a tribute and one tried to avoid doing so. Excluding their intelligence, there wasn't much else a tribute could offer unless they had trained. And Thresh never did much of that from a young age. He was a boy that read, studied and researched everything he could. An insatiable hunger for knowledge grew over time, which eventually led to the intellectual that he is today.

Thresh spent all of his time dedicated to the art of science, to the art of knowledge he clung. And this, above all else, was he met Cosh. Beautiful, handsome Cosh who, incidentally, was just as much an intellect as Thresh was. These two bonded and it seemed that he had found something other than his mind to enjoy. But things never turn out happy. As one of the many Hunger Games came around, Thresh was drawn as the male tribute. Cosh, under the influence of heart rather than brain, volunteered. As these events drew to a close, Thresh knew it was too late. Everything he had loved was lost with the swift death of Cosh, long before the Games had barely begun. And when one is desperate and lost in love...

It was almost as swift as how Cosh had been murdered. It was the next Games, the next reaping. Another male was tributed and another family crushed in defeat. As the Peacekeepers kept everyone in order, Thresh gave into the raging passion and attacked them. His hatred of the Hunger Games, the Capitol and every other little things was just too much. Peacekeepers brought him down quickly and sixteen-year Thresh never saw District Six again.

The Detention Center was hell, to put it lightly. Thresh ended up suffering through various tortures, whips and chains and all. Last was his sentence to the life of an Avox. Tongue cut out should have been the last punishment. But in his mind's eye? The Capitol had done this to spite him, they had to know he hated them. Being changed to fit under them was humiliating but what else could he do now? The next four years he spent studying the Hunger Games with master of one year, who had the liking to flaunt him about for some reason. But she never quite had a hold on him and dismissed him to his current master, of the last three years, whom enjoyed the Games so much, that there wasn't a problem of bringing Thresh to watch too.

Say it - Blue October
Thresh has a sort of sign language to communicate with other Avoxes. Sometimes he writes out what he wants to say.