Victor Frankenstein

Background information: The beginning of my memory starts around when I was a young child in Geneva, Switzerland with my father, mother, (kind of cousin) Elizabeth, and my new born brother William. My parents were travellers for a bit, and I was born in Naples. We traveled around Italy, Germany, and France, and we adopted Elizabeth around there....When we moved back I became awesome best friends with Henry.

Autobiography: When I was about 13, still in years of youth, my parents took us to the town of Thonon for a vacation. It was pretty interesting there, there was a spa for the girls, but something much more interesting was there that gripped my interest. There was a book there by Cornelius Agrippa that captured my attention like a fly in a spiderweb. I just had to read about these men, who pondered the origins of life and how to make it.

Even though my childhood was innocent, and filled with childish adventures with Elizabeth and Henry, my intelligence has isolated me from the rest of the people around me. I began to pour over books, I needed knowladge to survive, so my father sent me to the University of Ingolstadt to study. Shortly before I left, my dear Elizabeth caught the scarlet fever. Even though she was strong enough to endure it, my mother who caught it from her while attending her was not. At the Universtiy, I couldn't wait to meet my philosophy professor, Krempe, but he told me all I learned was for nothing, the alchemists of old were not to be looked at in wonder.

My thirst for knowladge being even greater than before, I began to study what many have done before me, but only I have accomplished, making artificial life. Many a night was spent in graveyards in secret collecting body parts. Then, finally, I made what I longed to for so long, creating life.

Unfortunately he, was not what I expected. What I expected was a glorious man, who understood the tounge and gracefully interacted with human life. But what I, Victor Frankenstein, had made, was a mosnter. His sounds were inarticulate, his skin was wrinkly.

"No mortal could support the horror of that countenance! A mummy again endured with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch."

-Victor Frankenstein, Chapter 5 pg 43