Your name is Nirrti Kireet, and you are dead.
It's a relatively new development, but you are most definitely dead. Yet, at the same time, you aren't. Your physical body is dead, surrounded by royal fuchsia blood and strange hopping creatures. But your dream body is alive, and that is the body you are currently inhabiting.
You have no doubts you would be full dead if it weren't for your session's Time player, a Jade blood you've been flushing on for sweeps. She kissed you after you were beheaded, and you awoke on the golden moon of Prospit. You'll have to do something for her once you get back to your planet. But... there's something you have to do first.
So you zip along Prospit, looking for one specific thing. After awhile of flying, you find it. A vault door, guarded by two beefy Prospitans. A door which has never been opened, before today that is. The guards open it for you, though they slam it shut once you get in. It doesn't bother you, as you're already flying down.
Down into the center of Prospit. Soon you see six stone slabs, somehow hovering in midair. But only one has your attention. Black with a white spiral. You know what you have to do. You've known for a long time. You lay one the slab, and out your pocket, you pull a potent poison. It was rather difficult, getting this Dersite poison into your Prospit room. Luckily, you have connections. You take a swig of the poison, let yourself spasm a few times as the burning agonizing poison cuts through your system, and then you die for the second time.
Galaxies pass over your eyes as heaps of knowledge cram into your brain. Then, you wake up, slab crumbling beneath you.
Your name is Nirrti Kireet, Seer of Space. And you know all.