I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile.
I am known as Gustave. It’s not my legal name, but when over half the people in my life don;t even know what my birth name is, and this is what I answer to? Then that’s who I am.
I take it you really dislike your birth name? I’m considering altering my first name and getting rid of a couple of surnames, legacy of a paranoid bastard I never want to hear from again.
Not so much that. I just hated who I used to be. So I decided, in one of the most basic and pseudo-folklorish decisions I ever made, that I would first change my Name with a capital N, and that would change who I am. I constantly joke that the reason I don’t tell people my birth name is because once they had it, they could use it to summon me in a dark ritual and bind me to their will.
Excepting professional stuff, my fiance and here, no one I have met post-sixth grade knows my name is not in fact Kasey.
I used to dislike my name; it just didn’t sound… special. Until recently, that is; I looked it up in Behind The Name, a site that lists the meanings of names in various languages. And it turns out that Wilfredo means “one who desires peace” while Martinez means “Son of Mars” (the Roman God of War.)
So… I’m The Son of the War God, Who Desires Peace??? 0_0 No, seriously! It’s a coincidence, of course, but MAN, I had no idea how poetic my name really was! 
Check out your names too:
http://www.behindthename.com/
http://surnames.behindthename.com/
The only reasons I haven’t changed it legally is because 1: It costs money; 2. My name is a family one, so I’m not changing it until I’m famous or most of my family is dead; and 3. It costs fucking money.
Ay-dawn, actually, but close enough. Aidan is your one and is roughly the english translation of my name.
My name is Max, but everyone around here calls me Papa Smurf! And these are my associates…
Seriously, a name so short and simple that he goes and chooses an internet alias that rolls off the tongue just like that…
Okay, here it is. My real name.
Batman
I’m the Doctor.
Shea
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian 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 by-gone 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 vengence; 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 is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.