Annette Malia Foxx

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ANNETTE malia FOXX



"I'll dream with my eyes wide open, and reminisce with my eyes closed."

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Annette Malia Foxx
Age: Twenty-seven
Birthday: August 21st
Blood Type: AB
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pureblood

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Scarlett Johansson
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 121
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Green
Skin Colour: Lightly tanned
Distinguishing Features: She's exceptionally tall, and she has a tiny, almost insignificant mole on her left cheek bone. She also has a tattoo of a heart on her right ankle.
Dressing Style: Annette dresses incredibly girly. She loves dresses, and, despite her height, she usually has heels on. She loves jewelery, but it's usually minimal, insignificant. She prefers muggle clothing, but will easily wear robes when necessary. Her blonde hair is rarely pulled back, and prefers to let it hang down. Annette isn't exactly exceptionally promiscuous, but she loves low cutting tops and short skirts.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Flirty, cunning, sarcastic, edgy, manipulative
Likes: Flirting, boys, when the boys mistake her for a veela, chocolate, working, music, getting what she wants, by any means necessary.
Dislikes: Not getting what she wants, jealousy, not feeling in control, having to skip work, denial, those obnoxious Order people, losing
Strengths: The art of manipulation, and the art of seduction (!)
Weaknesses: Temper and giving into temptation

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Holly
Wand Core: Dragon heartstring
Wand Length: 10 3/4"
Pet(s): None

BACKGROUND

Mother: Kayla Malia Turner-Foxx (deceased)
Father: Hugh Alexander Foxx (deceased)
Sibling(s): None
Other Important Family: None
History: Kayla and Hugh were both off-the radar Hufflepuffs at school, and they glided through Hogwarts easily. It wasn't until afterwards, when Hugh found out that Annette was pregnant, that they even considered marriage, let alone a family together. They married a month before Annette was to be born. But, surprise! Kayla's water broke in the moments after the vows. She was rushed to St. Mungo's, and together, they delivered Annette Malia Foxx. The birth of their baby brought the family closer together. Now, Kayla and Hugh weren't exactly attractive people. So when they gave birth to Annette, they didn't expect her to become such a bombshell.

That proved valuable to Annette in school. She was sorted into Slytherin, and glided through school easily, with superb grades and plenty of good graces, with teachers and students alike. She was sort of the queen bee, when it came to the school, and she sure knew how to flaunt it. That reputation was useful to Annette when she graduated. It didn't take long for her to climb the work ladder, until she was right there, nesting at the top. Now, she works at the ministry, as the Minister's right hand man. But, her love of work isn't the only thing guiding her, for Annette's had her eyes on the Death Eaters for quite some time...

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Raychel
RP Experience: 3-4 years
RP Sample: Peeta hurt, everywhere. After they'd pulled him out of the arena, he was in desperate need of attention. Between Cato and the mutts, he had lost a severe amount of blood. Now, with his prosthetic leg, he was slowly getting by, though it hurt more than he admitted to Effie or Portia when asked. Still, he'd get by. He had just escaped the Hunger Games, along with his one love. Smiling softly to himself, he thought of Katniss. Those bearable nights in the arena in the cave. Though in the earliest nights in that cave were muddled with his fever, he still remembered everything. For that time, during the day when Katniss was healing him, it felt like solitude. No cameras. No Capitol. And certainly no Gale Hawthorne. Peeta would never admit it, but he was jealous of Katniss' hunting partner. He was her best friend, and he assumed that he would do anything to protect her, knew he would lay his life on the line for her. And Katniss loved him. Hopefully, however, Katniss loved Peeta more. It was a selfish thought, but the blond baker's son thought he had the right to think a little selfishly. He'd just narrowly escaped with his life, after all.



Peeta was relieved, however, to be in his cabin in the train, riding home to District Twelve. As much as he disliked his horrid mother, he was excited to see her again as well. To be able to bake once more. And, this time, he'd be baking in luxury. The Victor's Village, however uninhabited it might be, was his home now, and he was actually elated at the fact. Maybe, just maybe, he could indulge in some canvas and paints. He iced cakes for a living, how different could painting be, really? Lounging on his bed, he stared up at the too perfect ceiling. After coming out of the most horrid experience he'd ever endured, the Capitol goods and buildings seemed too neat, too clean, too shiny. Like, after his surgery, Portia was dressing him for the final interview, he had recoiled immediately from the bright, soft fabric. It had seemed to surreal, and it took a while for his beloved stylist to convince him that it was, indeed, not a piece of some whimsical dream. It scared him beyond belief now, that the Games had affected him this much. Going in, Peeta was determined to stay sane, though his first priority was to keep Katniss safe. When it was announced that they could both survive, he began to think of Haymitch. The man hated him, he knew, and had never sent a good thing his way. Still, Peeta felt sorry for him. Always turning to drinks and spirits to drown out the memories of his games.



At first, Peeta had been reproachful, confused as to why Haymitch was so scarred. Now, he knew. The Hunger Games were awful, that much he knew, but what he didn't know was how terribly scarring they actually were. Even then, Peeta was still having nightmares of Cato strangling him, the tracker jackers' venom coursing red hot through his veins. Peeta was extremely happy when bubbly Effie's voice rang through his reverie. "Dinner Peeta! Hurry, hurry, it won't wait forever!" Peeta couldn't help but laugh. Even after being in the Capitol for long periods of time, he still couldn't get over that ridiculous accent. "Yes, yes, because the boy who's stomach has shrunk to the size of a bread roll can take in all that rich, yummy food," he muttered, imitating the affected Capitol accent perfectly. He got to his feet, brushing off the clothes he had hastily put on. A soft white t-shirt and a dusty pair of blue jeans. They reminded him of the comfort of the bakery, for some reason. They were relaxing. Peeta didn't bother slipping on shoes, but merely padded out into the train's hallway in his bare feet.



As he reached the door, he heard Katniss' voice, soft and sweet. It was true, whether she believed it or not, that her voice would make the mockingjays' quit their singing and place all their attention lovingly on her. Just like they had done with her father. Even now, he stopped, listening to her speak, leaning against the wall beside the door as he allowed a small smile to grace his face. "Did anyone tell Peeta that dinner is ready? he heard her say. Hearing his name on her lips made his heart leap. Peeta felt his face flush unusually, thinking about how much he must have looked like an over-grown school boy then. Swallowing, he felt the blush recede before pushing open the door lightly. "Yes, Effie got me," he quipped. Haymitch looked up incoherently at him, eyes glazed over from his drink. Effie rolled her eyes once at Haymitch's state, then allowed her uniquely bright and bubbly smile take over her whole face. "Yes, yes, do come in Peeta, dinner's about to be served by our Avox's," she quipped, then began rambling once more. Peeta took a seat next to Katniss, taking her hand and lightly squeezing. Hopefully, she'd understand the small, nonverbal message, the message that was telling her how sorry he was. She knew the redheaded Avox, and was bothered by her servitude. And he was going to be there for her, always.