"What a simple thing it is, to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you mortals. Such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races. To me, and my kind. Look upon your master."

Dr. Frakenstein's first creation, his "first born." After experiencing the cruelty and mercy of man the Creature only wants one thing in this world, love. Someone like him that he can share his life with and finally find happiness that he so desperately longs for.