Cirrus

Cirrus James Fife, an immortal being living out of an abandoned space station. Was born from the hopes of passed on astronauts, making him a guardian of sorts. His helmet is filled with smoke to make him appear more menacing/mysterious. Incredibly slim and slick, he knows his way around and can easily convince someone to do his bidding. Likes to mingle with the stars, even if they can't talk back. His gear is left over from when he took over the station and fixed it up to working order. The rest of his body is immune to the effects of space, only his head can be effected hence the helmet. Can't die, at least he can't kill himself or be killed. However, he does require oxygen at least once every four years, this is why he hangs out in an abandoned space station he fixed up. A great barterer, he can get practically anything he wants if he plays things right.