Thread Tosh|17|D8|FIN

The one thing Thread remembers about his childhood is his grandmother. Even though she pasted away when he was only nine, she shaped the person that Thread is today. She taught him to love. Because without love hate and anger would always find its way into our lives. She taught him to care. Because caring can speak multitudes, and can make ones self feel better. She taught him to be himself. Even though the capital is in charge, don't let them define you, you define you.

It was her that showed Thread there was more to life than just the Districts and the Capital, She showed him how to live, how to be free. Or at least as free as you can be. She was his Role Model. She was everything that Thread wanted to be.

He was loving, caring, and himself. He was what she wanted him to be, and what he wanted himself to be. He was free in his own world, and had no boundaries.

Thread had to learn fast after his grandmother died. He had to. There was no other way. He had to get a job, work for money, buy food to provide for himself and his sister. Even though his parents worked, there was never enough. And he managed to fill that spot.

His sister describes Thread as the odd one out. He has icy blond hair, which no one else in his family has, cold blue eyes which no one has, and a strong jaw line and slender appearance, which no one else has. He just doesn't belong. Or yet, he sticks out against the dark brown hair, dark green eyes, and chunky flabby statures that he calls his family.

The one thing Thread can not stand is the fact that his father picks on him because of his scared neck. Long Story short, peace keepers are not nice.

She even says the way he dresses is kinda odd. She likes dark colors and wears them a lot. He looks a little emo, or punk. But its just a preference. And in this case, the wrong one if his family has anything so say about it. but he makes his own money, he can buy what ever clothes he wants. RIGHT?

Working with fabrics and doing needle work always came second nature to Thread. He would always produce the best looking garments. He had the eye for balance, and fit that the people of the capital wanted. Which in returned boosted his pay, and got him further than most his age.

His father had never approved of Thread. Always saying how he was never the child he wanted. His mother the same way. The only people who understood him was his dead grandmother, and six year old sister.

She was they only reason he never left. She was glue that helped him stay with his family, the one person that made him care so much about everyone when no one cared of him. She was his light, or the one that replaced his grandmother.

by working so hard he had made something of himself, which was a statement to his family who never approved of him. He never fit in with them and he knew he never really belonged. So he had to set himself apart. He had to make it for himself.

The hunger games had always scared Thread. The fact that children, some he knew and other he had no idea of, were killing each other for the pleasure of the Capital. It terrified him. He has one year until he's not obligated to stand in a crowd wondering. Wondering if you would be the next. Because let face it. Threads' family could really care less if he was reaped.

How weird would it be to win the games though?

Name| Thread Tosh
Age| Seventeen
District| Eight
Face Claim| Christopher Hernandez
Code| ODAIR