Harrison Greenslade | Avox | FIN

Harrison Greenslade
Male | Thirty-Seven | Avoxed for Murder
Silence; the best way to let someone know they've done something wrong

As a grown man with a muscular build and stubble on my face, I am seen as attractive by some. The muscles I have certainly helped the night that I attacked that man. He was the man that gave me the scars that I have on my body. When I pounced on him with my knife, he swung back with his own, smaller, pocket knife, leaving a gash on the left side of my abdomen and the front of my right shoulder. It didn't stop me, though, as I was able to overpower him with the amount of strength that my body holds. I have a lot of endurance, and I don't get tired out very easily.

The reddish-brown hair on my head gives me an average look, aside from my sharp facial features and strong build. My eyes don't stand out much, and my eyebrows don't either. I'd consider myself of common appearance, with a few things that stand out, causing people, such as my wife, to find me attractive. My clothing choice is never anything too vivid, as I would often just be found in dull colors and casual attire. In the Capitol, however, I don't even have the option of really choosing what I wear anymore, since I'm a tongueless, silent slave.

My left foot is slightly bigger than my right, but it's never affected the way that I walk. I walk confidently, every step sure of where I'm going, even if my mind isn't so sure. My arms can pack a lot of force, and would definitely give me a better chance to fight off someone who may attack me. Though, at this point in my life, as an Avox, it's not likely I'll be attacked unless I disobey orders. No one hunts down Avoxes, as we're punished enough.

Intelligence is certainly one of my strong suits. I know how to get out of certain situations if need be. Well, at least, it's worked for me most of the time, with the exception of being caught for murder and turned into an Avox. Murder is much harder to cover up than a little mistake, such as breaking something that belongs to someone else. I've always had confidence in myself, which is perhaps why I thought I could get away with killing another man.

I've always tried to be kind to people, even if I didn't like them. Well, for the most part. I'm definitely not someone who stayed out of fights and arguments. Sometimes my conflicts with others would get physical, causing Peacekeepers to get involved. I've been whipped publically for physical fights quite a few times. Regardless, my family continued to love me for a long time, as long as I was good to them.

It's always been hard to keep in my anger. Sometimes, I have outbursts where I will punch the wall or smash things. When I still had a tongue, I'd yell at those that caused my anger. I've broken bones in my hands, including fingers, because of punching walls and other things in my fits of rage. It's always been a hard thing for me to keep contained.

Relationships weren't really my strong point for a while, up until I met my wife, Reina. She treated me so well, and helped me when I was angry or upset. Up until that fateful day that I broke the law and became an Avox, she loved me. It always felt good to have someone who cared about me so much. I don't have that anymore, which often puts me into bouts of depression. Of course, when you're a slave, no one cares how you feel.

People say that I'll go to Hell for what I did, and that I should pray to Ripred for forgiveness. Even if I believed in Ripred, you wouldn't find me wanting to be forgiven. I killed for a reason, and would do it again, had I not been caught. Then again, I'm not completely soulless. I do feel a bit of regret for what I did, and how it affected my family and the family of the man I killed. My family exiled me when I was caught, and never wanted anything to do with me again. I lost my children and my wife, never being able to see them again. The Peacekeepers caught me, and my tongue was cut out. I was sent to the Capitol to work as a slave. I've been an Avox since age thirty-five.

Some may wonder why I killed that seemingly kind and innocent man that used to live just a few doors down. If one demands an answer, I will share my story. Ever since I was young, I hated that man. I grew up near him, as a boy, and we never got along. Eventually, when we were both adults, and our conflicts continued, we mostly just tried to ignore each other. After some time, however, he managed to squirm his way into my life once again. This time, he was after my wife. No, it wasn't in a 'let's have an affair' sort of way. Instead, he wanted her gone. He was aiming to kill her, and it took me quite some time before I figured it out. When I knew for sure that he was after her, I stopped him in a rather permanent way with a knife to his throat. Of course, when I was caught, it didn't go over well for me.

Before I was turned into an Avox slave, I lived happily with my family in District Six. I had two young boys and one young girl, as well as my happy wife. We always seemed like a rather average family, too. There was rarely any conflict between us until the murder that I committed. My fifteen year old girl is the oldest of the children, and her name is Terra. She always got along with her younger brothers pretty well. The older of the two boys is Colton at twelve years old, and the younger is Harry at two years old. I suppose it's quite difficult for one to argue with a two-year-old.

My family always felt so perfect, until that man down the street decided it was his job to interfere and mess it up. Now, both of us have messed up families that we'll never see again. Even when I was growing up, I had a perfect family until someone messed it up. My parents were kind souls, raising me and my four brothers. Five boys in one household could certainly get quite hectic. Regardless, we kept our family together quite well until I was nineteen and it was discovered that my disgusting father had been cheating on my mother with another woman. I wanted to kill him for ruining her life, but I knew that if I did, I would destroy my family. For some reason, the murder that got me turned into an Avox wasn't stopped when I thought about my family like before.

Friendship was never an easy thing for me. As a kid, people mostly avoided me. I was that weird kid down the street, or that kid in science class who answers all the questions. I was the nerd boy that focused all of his time on school and his family. Then again, I didn't see that as a bad thing, and still don't, even if others may from time to time. A lack of friends didn't bother me like one may think it would, however. I didn't need friends to feel noticed. I had my family that treated me well, and then the bullies from school that didn't treat me so well. It was a good balance, and it was never disrupted until adulthood. In adulthood, I've become much more well-liked. It almost seems like the older you get, the more people value intelligence. Of course, any respect I had, vanished when I killed that man, and I know I'll never earn it back.