Born in 2011 BC, at somewhere in desert of Egypt, at the times of where Old Kingdom ended. He have seen all his known person born and die. His eyes have a long history of political turmoil, massacre, tragedy, and hopes. This is the man who were unknown to any human scattered across the galaxy. A man of lost worlds. As of now he even don't care if humanity devoured by tharghoids, as he himself have seen too much of man-made destruction to their own kind.

He grown up in ancient lands of Egypt, married, have a child, until one certain day a meteorite hit his house, decimating all his loved ones, and these particular meteorites, eventually gave him a half a power of immortality. By the time the empire fall, he moved to Arabia peninsula, a land of last prophet, according his old belief in original Judaism. Have a job as a shepherd of camels, a lone bedouin. By the time where Islam reach his house, he embrace it. He never speak about his past to anyone. And if one asked him where he came from, he only told the untruth of all lies.

Each decade he moved somewhere around the world. To each step is his own. To each gaze is his misery. To each wake is his hopes. From ancient to modern, he live migrating. Avoiding from being intimate with others. Half of mortality taken away. Embedding libido.  It is unknown to this day, how he even can learn something new, yet so complex to his own judgement. Maybe his longing for stars drive him here, or maybe his dark past pushed him here. But one thing is certain, he does alive among the stars.

(What a great roleplay)