I'm Hamlet, the prince of Danemark. I'm about thirty years old. I'm the son of Queen Gertrude and the late King Hamlet, and the nephew of the present king, Claudius. I'm melancholy, bitter, and cynical, full of hatred for his uncle’s scheming and disgust for his mother’s sexuality. I'm often indecisive and hesitant, but at other times prone to rash and impulsive acts.