Faro Stelar

Hi there! My name's Faro Stelar, and there's a ghost behind your back. Oh, don't look, you couldn't see it if you wanted to.
 I was told that if I got a reaction to that, it would be funny. So far, not really.
 So... should I explain myself, or should I talk about blog-worthy things? The Writer says not the first one. Let's go with that then, shall we?
 I'm a character from the StarWars universe, sort of. (Long story.) The easiest way to explain is to assume everyone's a Whovian, except not everyone is and I'm not either. Basically... a popular belief (or theory) is that every major decision you make creates an alternate universe in which you chose something else. In my own universe, that's true- mostly. It does happen, and I have a few friends that somehow went to a few alternates. But (at least for me) it's not just major decisions, it's every single one, like whether or not a person blinks. Fun, right? No.
  I'm part of a race that I like to call "Travelers". Technically, I'm supposed to be the king of the Travelers, but I turned it down. Since that's who I'm supposed to be, I'm extra special- I can see all of the alternate universes. At once. It's like there are ghosts, people that are the result of different choices. Billions upon billions of them, but while I'm in a universe, I just see the ones that would be able to actually fit. I'm the only one who sees them, and it hurts.
 Well, the boring explanation is over with. At least now if I come back here, I can skip all that, right? Nobody likes to hear someone go on and on about something only they know about. That's a trait the Writer suffers from, a lot.
 But anyway. I can wrap this up pretty soon, since I'll be back. Hopefully that's a good thing, and not too many people don't like me?
 Either way, being free from the Writer (kind of) for the time it took to say, do or write this... it's fun. Anyone can say they like it when they're not being tormented... but really, it's fun. I enjoyed it. Can't wait to come back, if Sapph lets me.