Moxie Pitlock

## Bio

* What was their childhood like?

The Pitlock family was like any other part of The Capitol - indulging in the newest fads to hit the fashion scene - dyeing their skin, scars etched into their skins - if it was the fashion that week, they indulged. This indulgence weighed heavily on the purse of their patriarch, Alastor Pitlock. To Moxie’s knowledge, her father was a simple man, he had something to do with the games - catering or the like. She could never remember, not that the family business was any of her concern, according to her father. Her mother, couldn’t help but agree; Moxie was built for bigger and better things than petty work like that.She had a long list of rules thrust upon her for as long as she could physically recall: Sit up straight, be pretty, look thin – but not too thin, be smart, but not the smartest person in the room, and never question the authority of The Capitol. If she obeyed all of those rules, surely, she would only be able to luxuriate in the lifestyle her parents clearly lavished in, right? Pretty girls made great trophy wives to wealthy politicians and even wealthier Gamemakers. Moxie didn’t want that – knowledge and connections were what she valued over beauty, body modifications, and wealth. From a young age, she learned to play the game. Feigning idiocy so she could give a good face for her family but in secret devouring every written piece of literature her hands came across.

* How do they feel about the Games?

Moxie, the ever-shining prodigal daughter of the Capitol grew up loving the Games, the fanfare, the art and fashion that was born out of every arena, the buzz that surrounded the Victors, the exhilarating joy that ebbed and oozed around the arena. As the years droned on, though, as she grew comfortable in the tower and in her position, she grew disillusioned – how could this be right? How could she watch these bright and beautiful children, these young adults march to their deaths while all the children in the Capitol were peacefully tucked into their beds at night? It was sick. It was wrong. Moxie sought to help the rebels and sought to shift her focus. So, Moxie switched districts, and became the escort for Eleven, praying that the change looked to be pro-Capitol in nature as opposed to wanting to rub elbows with any potential rebels. Moxie feels the strain of the Games two-fold because she thinks of her own daughter, Pandora, though only two, being forced into that. How could it be fair that just because he daughter was born in the Capitol that she was safe from the Games? How could it be fair when there’s so many other children who could be saved?

* What drove them to be an escort? Do they enjoy it?

Oppositional defiance; Moxie, expected to be a happy trophy wife rejected that life path and carved her own fate by using her looks and her socialite skills to weasel her way into the escort position. She sought, originally, to revel in the games at their source, but now sees it as a way to help enact change from the inside out. Moxie started by working with District Twelve, an almost punishment, or a right of passage, really for all new escorts unless they came from any influence, came from a long line of Games workers. And she loved it, she loved their drive, their passion, even their anger. Moxie wouldn’t trade her career for the world.

* How do they treat their tributes? How do they treat their team? Other Tower members?

With love and adoration, like they were her own siblings, even though she has none. She treats them all as if they are an old friend she is simply showing around the tower – treating them to good food, new clothes, music, and art. If she can give them at least a moment of respite before they more than likely face their demise that is more than enough for her. She – she wishes she could rig the games, help those from District Twelve, and now from Eleven – but that would be unfair. So, she falls back into doing what she can, like a hospice nurse, to make them comfortable.As for the other tributes and mentors – it depends. If she feels they are showboating unfairly, or if there is any sort of malice toward her team, she returns with a bit of passive-aggression, all the while keeping a prim and proper smile.

* What is their personality like?

Bubbly, bright, caring. Moxie is, if anything a bleeding heart, she believes there’s good in everyone and whether or not they choose to embrace it or hide behind what they were taught about the Districts – or inherently the Capitol. On top of it all, she is an anxious mess, she speaks too quickly, she wrings her hands when asking for favors. Under all of that there is a passion for justice, for doing what is right, if she only knew how to activate it.