Draiss woke up with a gasp, having been still for far too long, and started to sit up, only to get punched full across the jaw by the avatar. He slammed backwards, and then sprang up, annoyed. He stopped, and took a deep breath, before nodding. "Fine, I earned, that. I am guessing everyone else will want their licks as well?"<br/><br/>The avatar shrugged, and then nodded to the tables beside him, where nearly a dozen aspects and a quartet of greater aspects lay, ready for personalities. Not only had they been rebuilding him, but still keeping to the old plans. He nodded, and then rolled his shoulders, getting a feel for the new body, feeling a bit colder than he had before, with him taking the mortal aspect back, but the anger and rage from it were gone, burned out. He didn't bother to hide the shock of white hair, noting that it was the same lock of hair that kept falling into his eyes, and left it, while the avatars and aspects wouldn't get it. Something to tell the real him from the fakes.<br/><br/>He shook his head, and spent half an hour mixing and matching parts of his personality, and filling them in the bodies, before leaving the new 'hims' to get used to their bodies and then disperse themselves. At least he didn't have to rebuild the avatars. He stepped into the common room, and looked around, before brushing the lock of white hair from his eyes. "Alright, who gets second swing? The avatars already got the first."