So you want to hear my story, eh? There's not much to tell, unfortunately, but let me exercise my memory and tell you what I know.

I was found drifting in a cryopod somewhere in Musca dark region. Where exactly, they did not remember, at least that's what the Sirius agents responsible for my rescue told me. My preservation pods logs revealed to them that I must have been floating aimlessly through space for at least 47 years.
Given the circumstances it was nothing short of miracle that I woke up from my slumber without turning into a pile of goo, or so they say. The only thing I had with me was a little talisman engraved with a mysterious prayer to an unknown deity. The Voidseeker.

I spent the last few months searching for what I have lost and for the source of what I have found. My history and early life remain a riddle, and so does the talisman I always carry around my neck. But with time, and perseverance, I will fathom my origins and my fate.
I keep wandering the galaxy as an archaeologist and historian, keeping record of what happens, because I already lost too much of my personal history, and I have to fill that void somehow. I do not know where my journey will lead me, but... since the day I woke up with this pendant in my frozen hand I know that the Voidseeker must be watching over me.