Ah, what to say? What face to present to this virtual world? To the self-aware, I suppose this is always the question, even in that dreary realm we call reality.
The obvious answer is to present the truth. But what is the truth? I can't really say who I am, which personalities are the masks and which are real. Are they all real? Perhaps they're all naught but masks, pale illusions that I put forth. I can't really say.
I'll start with the few things I do know. I'm a male. I am a student of history, who knows that most people cannot learn from past mistakes, and that the future usually imitates the past. I am not the kindest person you'll ever meet, as I tend to hold little regard for my fellow man. I tend to be a bit of a misanthropist, but not in a psychotic way. I fully admit that I am a human, but that doesn't make me a hypocrite. I don't trust myself, either.
I enjoy writing, but always find myself in the shadows of the great masters, and to a lesser extent, the shadows of my peers. I have no skills or traits that set me apart from others. For every and any task, there is somebody better suited to do it. I'm a transient, of little value to the people around me, with little validity or purpose to my actions. Because of this, I act primarily for myself.
I'm not the most vile person in the world. But I'm far from being a "good" person, both by society's standards and by my own. I'm philosophical, and fairly laid back. Lazy even. I may not be such a bad guy, once you get to know me, but I haven't even gotten to know myself.