I am Victor Frankenstein’s creation, assembled from old body parts and strange chemicals, animated by a mysterious spark. I enter life eight feet tall and enormously strong but with the mind of a newborn. Abandoned by my creator and confused, I try to integrate myself into society, only to be shunned universally. Looking in the mirror, I realize my physical grotesqueness, an aspect of my persona that blinds society to my initially gentle, kind nature. Seeking revenge on my creator, I kill Victor’s younger brother. After Victor destroys his work on the female monster meant to ease my solitude, I murder Victor’s best friend and then his new wife.
While Victor feels unmitigated hatred for his creation, I show that I am not a purely evil being. My eloquent narration of events (as provided by Victor) reveal my remarkable sensitivity and benevolence. I assist a group of poor peasants and saved a girl from drowning, but because of my outward appearance, I am rewarded only with beatings and disgust. Torn between vengefulness and compassion, I end up lonely and tormented by remorse. Even the death of my creator-turned-would-be-destroyer offers only bittersweet relief: joy because Victor has caused me so much suffering, sadness because Victor is the only person with whom I have had any sort of relationship with.This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5
