Fortuwo: Lacking any manner of a fancy moniker, fantastical lore nor exotic reputation to live up to. Not besieged by fame, nor the greater infamy, this simple cosmonaut lived for the thrill of the "the now" and the experience of the moment, regardless of scope or measure. Whatever that moment consisted of, discovering beauty and surreal entertainment in every pocket of space time he ventures in to.
The true mystery behind the individual seemed to be the lack of any true recorded data about him. The sheer lack of history or founded relationships, and an unknown origin created an awkward animosity between he and any potential cooperatives, thus leaving him alone to travel light year upon light year, a quiet and desolate beacon in a lonely field of stars.