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Flesh landed on stone and dirt with a sickening smack and what once was a unique body was now a mangled and crooked heap of fur, feathers, and scales. Phix’s leap of defeat had broken her body, but her soul, a thing that was powerful and untamed, had been pulled from her heart at the last second and whisked away through cloud and air until concealed in marble of the purest white.

Contained in a stony prison upon an altar on Mount Olympus, Gods and other deities congregated in the heavens and hells and debated on the subject of Phix, for she had failed in what Ares had sent her to do.

However, in her defense, the Sphinx pleaded, saying she had done exactly what Ares had ordered. She had sat in Thebes, she had asked the riddle given to her by the God of war, she strangled those who answered wrong, and killed herself when the one had answered correctly. What had she done wrong? How had she failed?

For once the deities listened, for once they thought in another perspective, and for once they realized their mistake. And so, in this, they granted Phix another life and returned her not to Thebes, nor to her original homeland in Ethiopia, but to Delphi where she was ordered to sit in the entrance of its shrine to the God Apollo and only allow in those who she considered worthy. Whatever qualities outlined one who was worthy enough were up to Phix, the deities trusting she would make the correct choices in repayment for them giving her another life.

This all pleased Phix and for a hundred years she sat at the entrance of Apollo’s shrine, letting the worthy in and keeping the unworthy out.

On her one hundred and first year, she died, and for the second time her soul was plucked from her body and concealed in white marble on the altar on Mount Olympus. Again deities surrounded her prison and again they debated and told her she had failed her task yet again.

This confused Phix, and for the second time she pleaded with the Gods, saying she had done as she was ordered to do by the Goddess Hera. She only let in those who she had deemed worthy, just as she told her to, and she kept those who were deemed unworthy out of the shrine, again, just as she had told her to do. What had she done wrong this time?

Hera asked Phix how she had decided on who was worthy and who was not, and Phix answered by saying she allowed in those who possessed qualities she admired and kept those who didn’t possess those things out. Hera then asked if those qualities were from the exterior or interior, and Phix replied by saying exterior qualities where the things she judged by.

This answer made the deities very angry. They were soon in an uproar, debating on how to punish Phix for her wrongdoings and second failure. Phix tried to plea with them, telling them that they had given her permission to judge as she pleased. She questioned them too, confused as she why her guidelines had been deemed poor and wrong. …But the deities would not listen. They turned their backs to her white prison, their ears deaf to her words.

This enraged Phix. Her soul started to quiver in the marble, shaking the altar it sat upon with such force that etchings formed from the growing cracks and depicted deaths and tortures of each deity.

When the Gods saw these, they cast Phix into the underworld while still trapped in marble and stone, and it was as she fell that Phix cursed the Gods and world with bad luck – Bad luck that would bring death and disasters of earth upon every being of man and that the world of the Gods would fall in time as man began to doubt in religion and belief.

The Gods laughed, but in time these things did happen, and in time they did fall. And for over a thousand years Phix lay trapped in her stone prison until on day, for some unknown reason, she was reborn in a semi-faintly different shape and into a world that she had never even imagined.

:: Name~ Rann. No last name available.
:: Gender~ Female
:: Age~ 109, but looks about 24.
:: Race~ Sven
:: Family~ Parents dead. She has one half-sister named Anya.
:: Status~ Single.
:: Skin~ Pale peach and black at the finger tips.
:: Eyes~ Both are a very bright cyan.
:: Hair~ Short and crazily layered, it's primarily black but the whole underneath/lower half of her hair is hot pink. Her bangs are tipped the same color.
:: Likes~ Photography, being with her friends and family.
:: Dislikes~ Stupid air-heads, eating anything out of a can, leftovers.
:: Occupation~ Free-lance photographer. Back in Abruna she was one of two intelligence coordinators and in charge the helicopter and bombing strategies.
:: Personality~ Eh. I’ll get to this later. I’m kinda developing her personality a bit more and such.

:: Name~ Isaac Lees (“Lees” sounds like “lease”)
:: Gender~ Male
:: Age~116. Looks around 34.
:: Race~ Sven
:: Family~ Parents-dead. Juliana- twin sister-dead.
:: Status~ Single.
:: Skin~ Light tan with white finger tips.
:: Eyes~ Deep amber.
:: Hair~ Pure white with one streak of black (which used to be a girly pink. He keeps trying to dye over it), choppy-ish with the longest strands falling a little past his jaw. He likes to wear a pirate-y bandana/scarf thing that goes around his head. Arrrr, mates.
:: Likes~ Having a good conversation, being helpful, pissing off Anya and Rann
:: Dislikes~ Talking about Abruna and his history.
:: Occupation~ He’s a mountain/cliff/ice/etc climbing instructor and goes away every year or so for a few months to lead climbing parties up Mt. Everest. Srsly.
In Abruna he was one of two snipers, the other sniper being his twin sister, Juliana (Jules).

:: Personality~ Isaac is basically the “super cool and awesome uncle who acts like a kid with you.” He’s patient and keeps a level head, but enjoys making some ruckus to have a good laugh. He’ll act like a kid most of the time, but like Anya, he’s quite aware of what he’s doing and what others around him are doing. He can be very serious, especially during certain parts of his work and perhaps even more so when he, Rann and Anya are target shooting. He talks with a surprisingly soft and semi-husky voice that will only be strengthened to a yell when he’s really mad.

Out of the three (him, Rann and Anya), he’s probably the one who is still warring over his past and his loses. He really doesn’t like to talk about Abruna and what happened there and still has nightmares and terrors about it all.