Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin [Official]

My name is Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, I was born in 1869 in the small village of Pokrovskoye in Siberia and lived there a peasant along with my family. I am known as the 'Mad Monk', I was a mystic wanderer and a pilgrim throughout Siberia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eventually I became known to the Russian Royal family and I was called upon to heal the Tsarevich Alexei who was suffering from hemophilia at the time. As of then I was a trusted friend and healer of the Russian Royal family, I had a big influence over them and anyone who wanted to speak to them had to go through me. However this seemed to anger many individuals, as well as the fact that I was a peasant and a court official. ~~~~~~~~~~~I was not widely accepted by the Saint Petersburg elite. My 'controversial' behavior and scandal about me being part of the Khlysty sect, drunkenness and willingness to accept bribes all added to the outrage expressed by the people of Russia. I was also seen as a threat to the whole of the Russian Empire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The nobles had enough of me by this stage, seeing as I had the empire under massive threat and so they decided to rid me of this world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the night of December 29th 1916, they lured me to Yusupov's palace in Moika and apparently fed me cakes and gave me wine laced with cyanide, though I had hyper-acidity at the time. I was unaffected either way, so Yusupov then shot me in the back with a revolver. They thought they had finished me off and left for a while, Yusupov returned to get his coat and I grabbed his throat and started to strangle him. I then threw him across the room and made my bid for freedom, but the other noblemen returned and shot me again in the back twice. I fell, struggling to get up and they attacked and viciously beat me. They then wrapped me in a sheet and threw me in the icy Neva river and it was there that I met my end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 days later my corpse was discovered in an upright position (I had tried to claw my way out from under the ice), the autopsy showing that I had died from hypothermia and water had filled part of my lungs....Life's a bitch, then I die =l Alas, if you care to read my 'blog', my secretary found that I wrote a letter mere weeks before I was murdered, I'm sure it will chill your spine.......**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS: This profile is not 100% factual, though I tried to collect the most unbiased information I could. Also, for those who are unfamiliar with the story of Rasputin, this profile is merely DEDICATED to him! He is long in his eternal sleep! For those who bothered reading this, I thank you.***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~