True name it was never given. "Wretch", "devil", and "demon", its creator labeled it. Cobbled from body parts and imbued with life through an alchemical process never fully revealed, even its creator shunned it mere seconds after its "birth." Created but never born, the poor wretch is the only one of its kind.
Still, no lumbering dolt with neckbolts, this. Instead, a frighteningly graceful being; eight feet tall with lustrous black hair and yellow eyes, possessing intellect enough to master three languages in as many weeks. Its strength, fortitude, and speed, grossly beyond that of man, it thrives in the icy mountains of Geneva. There it leads its creator and demands that he make for it a mate ... otherwise, it threatens to "be with him on his wedding night." And even after it makes good on its promise, killing its creator's bride, it remains alone. Even after its creator dies, it remains a nameless wretch. While the doctor who gave it life is branded into our subconscious forever: Frankenstein.
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