Victor Frankenstein

Saluton, 你好, namaste, holà, marhaban, zdravstvuyte, boas, salut, hallo, witaj and friendly greetings. I am Doctor Victor Frankenstein, and this is my story.

History
Curious and intelligent from a young age, I learned from the works of the masters of Medieval alchemy, reading such authors as Albertus Magnus, Cornelius Agrippa and Paracelsus and shunning modern Enlightenment teachings of natural science. As a child prodigy, I left my beloved family in Transylvania to study in Ingolstadt, Bavaria, Germany, where I was first introduced to modern science. In a moment of inspiration, combining my new-found knowledge of natural science with the alchemical ideas of my old masters, I perceived the means by which inanimate matter can be imbued with life. I set about constructing a man that I hoped could be mine.

I had hoped that my creation would be beautiful, but when I brought it to life, I saw it was hideous. I fled the room. This was not how it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to have the power of God. The power to create perfect life. That night, the creature was at my bedside. I woke up to check on my plants when I saw it. I fled once more. The creature went into hiding.

Shock, overwork and fear made me ill for 13 horrible months but after I recovered, I received a letter from home that said my brother William was killed. I set out for home. On the way, I spotted the creature once more, this time silhouetted by that lightning. Oh that lightning! I was sure that it had killed my brother, my own flesh and blood. At home, one of my household's loyal servants was accused of killing my poor younger brother. She was executed after she made a false confession to avoid excommunication and exile.

I went hiking to sooth my soul and get piece of mind and found just the opposite. I found myself near the fiend once more. We conversed and in the end, I agreed to make a female companion for the creature. You must note that it was learning to become civilized; it had even acquired the ability to speak. His only shortcomings were his horrible stature, appearance and nature. The probability of him becoming the beautiful creature I dreamed of rose. I decided to give it one last chance with my only condition that it would depart from the eyes of men with his companion forever. After partly completing the companion, I destroyed it once I thought of what would happen if they reproduced and had offspring. I could not let them into this world.

In revenge, the creature killed Henry Clerval, my dearest friend and colleague, and Elizabeth, my wife, on our wedding night even! My father soon died of grief. I do not blame him. I set out to hunt down the creature. It would hunt me no more! I tracked it around multiple continents and eventually to the Arctic Circle. Whilst tracking, I became stranded on a floating iceberg that broke off of the main ice. My dogs chewed through their reins and scattered. All of them are presumed to have died.

A ship came, saw me, and picked me up. The captain, Robert Walton, saw that I was very ill by then. I told the him my story, minus the exact description of the creation, and then retired to one of the rooms of the ship. A flash shone like that damned lightning and I was soon greeted by myself. I was older and more sickly. I must have been on the very brink of death. He took a device off his left wrist and slapped it onto mine. It latched on to my left arm, in the exact position it was on his. He looked me in the eyes and pressed a button on the device and I was gone. I, the original doctor, was whisked to the future where I will be healed. The older me died right there in the room. The ship's physician inscribed pneumonia on the death certificate, but I know the true cause. The creature boarded the ship later, and, upon seeing his maker, myself, dead, lit himself with an oil lamp and jumped out of a cabin window onto the ice. It ran far away from the ship, deciding that it was better for it to burn to ashes away from the eyes of men, so that no man would see the smoldering remains and try to replicate them.

Afterward
Robert Walton was forced to return to England for fear of a mutiny and upon returning settled down with a wife. 2 years later, they had a child and she was named Mary. The stories of her father sowed the seed of literary love in her. She grew up to be a a British novelist, short story writer, dramatist, essayist, biographer, travel writer, and editor of the works of her husband, romantic poet and philosopher Percy Shelley. She was he first to write down the account of my life that was previously only known through oral history and letters between Robert and his sister.

My other brother Ernest moved to London after the whole ordeal. He remained there until Gabriel John Utterson, a lawyer, told him it was unsafe to stay there. He then returned and joined the Foreign Service like a "true Transylvanian." I believe he was killed by a rebellious vampire although all of his troop say he drank too much and disappeared during the night. The irony lies in the fact that it was my future actions in London that caused Mr. Utterson to to feel wary.

Epilogue
I spend, have spent and will spend the rest of my life traveling through infinity, trying to get to the more interesting things in life and leading my eidetic mind from my past sorrows before my fate catches up with me.

I have had many names through the ages, Dracula, the Invisible Man, Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Ernest Drake, Prof. Trevor Bruttenholm, Dr. Eric Chanikov, Addison F. Payne, Dr. Who, Captain Jack Harkness, Norman Osborn, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Count Ferdinand Adolf August Heinrich von Zeppelin (most people called me Fred there), Nikola Tesla, Sir Isaac Newton, the Wandering Doctor and others.