Appearance: I couldn't find any appropiate picture so I may as well describe him instead if that works. He has bronze-hued skin and a soft face, somewhat resembling a childs. He has a sharp nose and his eyebrows are thin, and a bit over the eyes, but not that close to the nose. His eyes are somewhat close to the nose too. He often has his hair slicked back and keeps it short. He do at times grow side-burns, but he shaves them off most of the time. His expression is often one of concentration, as he writes often to record as much as possible. He has a somewhat muscular build because he keeps himself fit.
Name: David Horton
Nationality: What country are they from? Sweden, but moved to Vietnam during his teenage years with his parents.
Marital Status: Single
Job: To record, write and observe everything that is happening. To be a historian. Passenger.
Specific skills: What specific skills or qualifications does the character have? Photographic memory and is good at making use of anything. Partly due to him being raised in Vietnam.
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair colour: Blonde
Distinguishing marks: He has a large, white-colored scar running from the the shoulder to the elbow. He mostly keeps this scar covered with clothing.
Likes: Reading, solving puzzles and writing down things he sees and hears during his days on the planet. Really fond of vietnam food, but can pretty much eat everything.
Dislikes: Discrimination of any sort and when people easily give up. (According to him)
Personality: Calm, but can get overeager at times and is somewhat ''naivé'' in certain aspects. Such as experiences with love or relationships with women. He is very confident in his writing and so may sometimes take criticism too hard at times.
The scribbling of a pen. The soft sound of a page being turned. The sound of footsteps. All of this I record daily within my numerous diaries. People often think these things are worthless, but I know better. I am a historian. A writer of the past and now. I record everything I see and hear. Even my own thoughts. Using the money that I have earned through my work and hopefully what I have achieved in life, being a famous historian and all, I have been chosen to be on this expedition as a writer and one of the very first explorers of unknown space. What awaits me I do not know, but surely there will be many trials and errors on our way.
Closing the thick ''diary'' he was writing in, David sat back, relaxed, and fell asleep whilst looking out at the empty void that is space.
Other info: Anything else you want to share.