Quicksilver, 32

"...just an earth-bound misfit, I" TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE - I AM He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Joke, I'm just your run-of-the-mill crazy evil creature-lurking-in-the-c emetery-next-door who has never so much as scared a cat. Even I have my moments, though. When I find myself wallowing in self-pity, contemplating the utter insignificance of mere me in the outrageous grandness of 'the design', wanting to stick my head in the sand like the ostrich/emu (I'm not sure which) that set the preset, I take care to remind myself: what the heck, “I am not I,pity (definitely not) the tale of me!” I’m a semi-divine semi-demonic being scaling the azure wide skies on the back of a hunky black dragon and declaring, “Self-fashioning is a byatch!” Honestly, writing is the one thing that comes naturally to me. You ask me to speak, it's not like I don't make sense, but I do stutter a lot and it's not quite the same. On the other hand, writing just, well, just happens - smooth, clean and effortless. Writing is both such a relief and an exhilaration - that sounds like a paradox, but that's just the way it is with me.