A man in his boxers was catapulted through the portal; he landed awkwardly on the floor, one hand under his chest and one leg bouncing painfully off the ground, as he fully face-planted. The pained, murmured complaints of the stranger were barely audible as the dazed man sort of struggled to move his limbs into a position to stand. Failing that, he resided to rolling onto his back and half-glancing around.

"Not again," he groaned, putting an arm up to his eyes.

The man's arm, like most of the rest of his body, was scarred from what appeared to be battle. Though it could have just as easily been torture as well. His shoulder-length dark hair lay beneath him in a matted mess. He was tall, toned, and had green four-leaf clovers on his white boxers.

After the magical pony finished speaking, Levi - in D'ren's body - finally sat up and glared over at it. "Are you the same one from the other multiverse thread?" he groused in what sounded like a stifled half-Irish accent.