Victor Frankenstein

I was born to my loving and supportive parents, Caroline Beaufort and Alphonse Frankenstein. We lived in Geneva, but during our travels, my mother encountered a beautiful, orphan girl named Elizabeth. My mother died when I was young because she caught scarlet fever while trying to nurse Elizabeth back to health. That was the first of the misfortunate events.

As I grew older, I craved knowledge. I came across the dispicable works of Cornelius Agrippa's natural philosophies. Although my father told me not to waste my time with that nonsense, I, stupidly, became enthralled with obsolete works of Paracelsus and Albertus Magnus. Even Professors M. Krempe and M. Waldman at the University of Ingolstadt demanded I stop studying that jibberish, but I ignored their demands and continued on my path to self-destruction.

During a storm, lightning struck a tree stump and I observed its remains. The concept fascinated me and I contemplated using the power of electricity for galvanism. This was the miserable decision that destroyed my sanity and life. I spent countless days slaving over my creation. When it finally came to life, I was horrified of the hideous monster I had created and, being the coward I am, abandoned my responsibility.

After I recovered from my illness with the help of an old friend, Henry, I received a note from my father informing me that William was murdered. I rushed home to Geneva to mourn with my family. When they told me they believed Justine Moritz was the murderer, I knew that wasn't true. I went to the spot where William was killed and there, I saw the monster- the true murderer.

After Justine was found guilty, I had to set things straight. I went to find my creation. As I traveled into the snowy mountains, I found the monster and wanted to destroy it, but he told me his tale and how he resented me. All he requested was for me to created a companion for him. Hesitantly, I agreed. However, I ended up destroying the next monster, which infuriated the original.

He destroyed everything I loved. He took the lives of both Henry and Elizabeth and then my father passed. He had ruined my life as I had ruined the lives of the people I loved by creating such a devilish creature. "Again do I vow vengeance; again do I vote thee, miserable fiend, to torture and death. Never will I give up my search until he or I perish" (pg. 182).