[center][h2][color=6699CC]Ghiar[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=808080]He inhaled sharply, knowing he'd have to figure things out for himself. Because he's been here before, this is a reassuring thought. This was far from his first rodeo. Ghiar had accidentally teleported himself in and out of universes in the blink of an eye, so he could claim to be a pro at adapting to his surroundings. "[color=6699CC][i]There's no reason to cry over spilled milk,[/i][/color]" he said to himself as he sat up, his confidence growing.

Ghiar let his gaze wander around the large room, noticing a few people conversing at a table. They were of various species, and he noticed many more. What exactly is this place? He couldn't help but wonder why this area had such a diverse population. It was strange.
Looking down at his hands, he had to pause for a moment before asking, "[color=6699CC]Am I dead?[/color]" This would be a good answer to a lot of questions. He questioned whether he was dead; could he even die? He had lived for thousands of years, so he wasn't sure if that was a possibility.

Ghiar pinched himself and grunted softly, deciding it was worth a shot. He was not dead, he knew that, and he examined his skin. He began to fade where he pinched himself, and the fading hues moved to another part of his body. Thickening the lines and colors elsewhere on him. [/color]