Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
In simpler words:
Behold, at first glance a humble stage actor, cast against his will as both the victim and villain by the design of Fate. This mask, not just a layer of vanity, is a lasting token of the voice of the people, now gone, disappeared, as the once powerful public now honours what it used to denounce. Nevertheless, this brave return of a long-gone annoyance stands reborn, and has promised to overthrow the evil and corrupt who promote greed and protect the violent and total suppression of free will. The only choice is revenge; a committed struggle given as a prayer, not for nothing, that the righteousness of that quest will one day lead the watchful and the righteous to victory. But truly, this thick soup of words is becoming excessive for an introduction, so allow me to say I am most honoured to meet you and you may call me V.