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Aphrodite Foxe

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Character Name: Aphrodite Foxe
Gender: Female
Age: 7
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Diane Fellwater-Foxe (played by Serena) and Henry Foxe (NPC)
The Foxe farm in England’s West Country (around Bristol)
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Probably the daycare.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
The Fellwater fam! <3
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Mia Green, Melissa Moran

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Aphrodite Dione Foxe knew a lot of things. She knew how the world worked, or her world, at least. She knew her family. She knew her opinions. She knew what she wanted. And that was greatness. Aphrodite also knew greatness had requirements. Most were blurry, but she was sure of one. Perfection.

Though the blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, undeniably beautiful child was only seven, there were a lot of things she was absolutely sure of. She was sure of the fact that looks were of the highest importance. What else was there in life, really, apart from appearances? All that mushy, only the inside matters propaganda....She knew it was false. Deep down, everyone desired to be pretty. She didn’t have to strive for it. She very well knew she was already there.

She was sure of the fact that she was the family favorite. Alba was far too pushy, and cheeky in the worst moments. The twins were well versed in being the annoying babies of the family. And her cousins...oh, so many of them. Aphrodite Dione Fox far outshone the rest, a princess hidden from the world in the acres of the family farm. At the very least a princess in her own mind.

She was sure of the fact that love was the most beautiful thing the world had to offer. More than the rest of the family, Aphrodite noticed things. Things like teenagers in Hogsmeade shooting shy glances at each other. Muggles holding hands at the cinemas she visited with her father. Couples shopping together at Diagon Alley. It was beautiful. Perfect. And something she needed. The young girl knew not all relationships turned out like the ones she imagined and dreamed of. She knew, when she grew old enough, she’d have to go through more than a few relationships to find that perfect boy. The Prince Charming she pictured in her dreams, while her cousins discussed how boys were so icky.

Boys were only icky in comparison to her, really. She’d have to search for quite a while...Only four more years to wait. Four more years, until Odi was eleven and she would receive the Hogwarts letter she was sure was coming. And then, the search would begin.

She was sure of the fact that pink was the best color. Others might claim that yellow was in favor, or light blue in style, or red the color the best of the best wore. Aphrodite knew better. Through her eyes was a world of pink. A world of pink, of seashells and beaches, of queendom, of sparkles, of cherry blossoms and roses, of love and a happy ever after. She had no concept of divorce, preferring to believe true love was forever, and brushing aside Aunt Magda’s divorce as just not having the right capability to truly love. The girl, of course, did not realize the truth in that she was only seven and really had no idea what backed her aunt’s divorce.

She was sure of the fact that she didn’t care about what other people thought. Or at least...that was her story. But if people don’t like you-what are you? Nothing. You were absolutely, utterly nothing. And people who were nothing were the exact opposite of perfect. Odi didn’t care what other people thought, she insisted to her mum and her siblings and many aunts and cousins. But even goddesses can lie.

A princess, a queen, a goddess, even. All things she aspires to be. Really, they are all the same thing. Perfection. And greatness.

Aphrodite Dione Foxe knew a lot of things. She knew she was usually right. She knew she was meant for more than the farm life. She knew she was destined for greatness.

Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trudged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:

Finally, finally, they’d made it to Hogsmeade! Away from the farm at long last. Not that the farm was terrible. It was just so…drab, sometimes, and it seemed like the young girl had been stuck in the dusty, animal-filled environment for weeks and weeks in an unending stretch. Thank goodness for Father, who had finally noticed that Odi was withering away and needed to escape. Needed to wear something other than casual farm clothes. Needed to have an excuse to comb her hair and put on her favorite heart-shaped locket (that currently featured photos of her two favorite barn cats) and borrow some of Mum’s lipstick.

While her siblings had opted to wear play clothes for the day’s outing at Godric Park, Aphrodite, of course, could not stoop to such levels. Not when she was going to be out in public. She’d chosen her outfit for the day, a hot pink blouse and black skirt, with extreme care. She didn’t know who might see her, after all.

Though sadly Dad had insisted Alba and the twins needed to come along as well, at least she was free from the crowdedness of living with all of her cousins, for the time being, at least. The seven year old skipped happily ahead of her family and into the park, ignoring Apollo’s calls for her to come back and walk with them. She could play with her siblings anytime. But now she was out in the big, wide world. She didn’t have time for them right now, there were things to do, people to meet.


Her head turned at the sound of another girl’s voice, sharp and demanding. Aph’s not-bushy eyebrows (she’d checked) rose. “Me?” A tone of voice that was both inquisitive and just a bit cold at the same time. The blonde knew the other child was talking to her, because face it, why wouldn’t she? But Aphrodite did not like this girl’s tone of voice to her, no sirree, not at all.

“...Do you want to play?”

Now there was a much more welcome question. Quickly glancing behind her-her family was still too far behind to stop her from going off somewhere-Aphrodite nodded in affirmation. “Yes, that sounds lovely. What did you have in mind?”

Typically, it was Odi that chose the games that were played. But she didn’t want to offend the other child just yet. The other girl might just prove herself useful.

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