When Victor Frankenstein created his monster, he had hoped for the best, he really had. But he ended up creating a monster, and with it, dooming humanity.
Ok, plot. Victor decides to be a not-so-absent father and ends up raising his scientific abomination to god, in the hopes that he won’t harm anyone else. Boy does that go wrong!!
Anyways, I can play either Victor or his Monster, idk I kinda am leaning more towards Monster rn sheerly out of chaotic feverish madness as I am sick in the head and body right now (cough. I’m have cold. Cough.) and so I’m just,,, wanting wholesomeness that turns to angst real quick idk man. Have fun and don’t be a jerk is my main rules. I don’t care about templates, if ya want em we can have em.
I just finished rereading Frankenstein and this sounds pretty cool, may I join?
Awesome!! Is it alright if I claim the role of Victor?
Ok cool lol. I'm in the middle of class right now but I should be more active in an hour or two. Were you going to make the starter post?
Ok cool! And I actually wanted to discuss plot and characters a bit more first, perhaps?
Ok, so what dynamic do we want firstly? Secondly, how are we going to play the whole “horrors of reanimation” thing? Thirdly, should we do templates just to establish characters?
I'm not sure about what to do for dynamic, but for the "horrors of reanimation" then maybe Victor still feels disgust every time he looks at his Monster and that can maybe play a part in the Monster turning against Victor once he realizes why his creator refuses to look at him for a long period of time or something like that, idk. And yeah templates sound good
Ok! Cool! I’ll get a template up if you’d like, and we can fill our characters out and begin!
Name:
Age:
Gender identity/pronouns:
Orientation:
Appearance:
Wardrobe:
Personality:
Skills:
Theme song(s)?:
Other?:
Name: N/A, Victor never gave them one.
Age: Like,,, probably not technically older than a year or even a week at the start of the rp. Mentally has the capacity of a very curious vaguely sentient animal, we’ll see how that develops.
Gender identity/pronouns: Probably wouldn’t care much about pronouns or gender as a whole, I’d say I’ll use they/them for now.
Orientation: Currently irrelevant.
Appearance: Eight feet tall, with a horrifying, pale, jaundiced visage and yellow eyes with black sclera that stare right through you. Long, soft, lustrous black hair that falls to their mid back.
Wardrobe: Currently just wears a modified bedsheet made to look something akin to a hospital gown.
Personality: Curious, friendly, and naive, this monster is less of a demon and more of a really creepy looking, tall, but well meaning child, with a fondness for animals and especially birds.
Skills: N/A, but will develop several.
Theme song(s)?: Black Sheep by Poor Man’s Poison, Spiraling by Keane
Other?: Idk man, they baby.
Name: Victor Frankenstein
Age: 19
Gender identity/pronouns: Male, he/him
Orientation: I'm convinced he's a closeted bisexual, or maybe homoromantic or biromantic/asexual, just something along the lines of that
Appearance: Six feet tall, skinny, with dark brown eyes; he used to look healthy but during/after creating his Monster he looks a lot more sickly, with his skin being paler, his once well-kept wavy black hair now disheveled, and he has permanent dark circles under his eyes
Wardrobe: He gave up on caring about his appearance a long time ago, so he normally just wears a lab coat with a shirt and pants underneath it; on the rare occasions he did try to make an effort, he typically wore a nice dress shirt and a coat
Personality: Prideful, ambitious, intelligent, and definitely has a god-complex, Victor can be a bit short-tempered and arrogant at times, although being out in nature is definitely a guaranteed way to calm him and his ego down
Skills: Science/research
Theme song(s)?: Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees, Devil's In The Detail by The Hoosiers
Other?: Victor is very repulsed and horrified about how his creature turned out to be, but he feels like it is his responsibility as their creator to at least attempt to make it civilized (he doesn't necessarily see himself as a father to them, but he does feel like he has to make sure that they won't go out and hurt anyone)
I'm sorry for taking so long, I had to catch up on more schoolwork than I thought I did
You’re good dude! I like your take on our favorite gods worst mistake!
Should we begin then? And how do we wanna start?
I'm honestly not sure where to start, do you have any ideas?
Maybe with the monster’s creation? Or shortly after it??
Sounds good! Do you want to start or would you like me to? Also how long do you normally want responses to be?
I can start! And responses should be at least a paragraph long for the most part, although I do usually go longer for starters and for infodump parts of the plot. You don’t really need to be super verbose, half the time I’m certainly not! Just gotta be able to contribute details well.
Alright, that sounds great! :)
Cool! I’ll get a starter up soon!
Upon their creation, the creature was in a state of delirium. They didn't know who or what or where they were, much less anything about what was going on. There was a small, shouty little person that looked like them (arms, legs, a face) except for how he didn't (no scars, no blood seeping out of fresh surgical incisions) and they were utterly confused. However, through the past week (not that the monster understood "time" let alone "weeks") they'd settled into a routine. The small shouty man would leave for a few hours, the monster would wait, maybe accidentally break something and get screamed at when little man came home, and then he'd try to teach the creation a bit of speech, which ended up almost always failing miserably as the monster didn't seem to understand anything but "eat, sleep, explore and end up getting injured" which didn't really work out well.
But today, there had been a breakthrough. The monster had understood something! The word they'd picked up had been "fire", which they had attempted to speak, but failed. The shouty man had said something about fire, and somehow, the word clicked. Watching flames crackle in the dormitory stove had been magical, although of course the man never left a fire lit whilst he was away. The seasons had long since waned from the warmth of summer, but it wasn't quite snowing yet. The monster attempted to touch the fire, which had resulted in a small burn on one of their massive hands. The small one had given them an earful about that, and all the monster had understood was "Fire=Pretty Pain" and "Touch fire=Get shouted at". They had burned through some of their still-healing stitching, which the little man had to fix with quite a bit of begrudgery.
Now, the monster was sitting by the fire, this time at a safe distance instead of face-to-face with it. They stared into the beautiful yellow-orange-red flames, contemplating why fire hurt when it was so pretty.
Victor was a prodigy in many ways, but parenting was not one of them. When his creation first came to life, his immediate instinct was to destroy it; something so obviously hideous and terrible didn't deserve to be alive. But the years of slaving over the monster before him made him hesitate. Perhaps there could be a way to redeem the creature, or at least keep it from bringing harm or destruction to anyone else and not have years' worth of research go to waste. I brought this monster to life. I suppose it's my responsibility to raise it, Victor had thought grimly.
Barely a week later, Victor was beginning to regret his decision, but he was afraid of what would happen if he let his monster go free. As of now, the monster still relied on him, so they wouldn't go anywhere, and that thought helped Victor a bit. He didn't know what he would do if he was forced to be cooped up with the creature every hour of the day. The few hours of solitude he could get was the only thing keeping him sane. The serenity never lasted for long, however, since he seemed to always come back to a shattered object thanks to the clumsy creature.
Currently, he was sitting at his desk writing in his journal, glancing up every few seconds to make sure the monster didn't try to get too close to the fire again. The fact that the monster seemed to understand the concept of fire was definitely progress, but he still didn't trust them around it, especially after he had to patch them up after they burned through some of their stitching. Looking down at his journal, a small part of Victor wondered why anger had replaced concern or empathy when his creation burned themself, but another glance at the grotesque monster quickly reminded him why. They may be made of human parts, but they will never be human.
Something in this meandering thought process sparked something in the creature’s mind. Whilst they couldn’t figure out why fire hurt, it led them down a different path of discovery. What if, they thought, what if like how “fire” as a sounded out word meant “fire” as in the object, well, what if other sounds meant other things too? It was truly a fascinating idea, and this led them to another idea. Tiny angry man always took out those beautiful books to try and teach them that had the most wonderful of illustrations (medical textbooks with many diagrams) to try and show them something. What if those were connected with the sounds?
They stood up and walked away from the fire, bare feet padding softly on the floor as they approached a bookshelf with curiosity. Perhaps they could figure out what all the scribbles (words) and pictures meant and how they connected, if only they looked at them long enough.
They took a book off the shelf, leafing gently through the pages as they tried to figure out what the letters and diagrams were supposed to mean. It was a code they had to crack, or perhaps a great discovery to be made. Something about the tiny print made the creature think that the sounds had more meaning than they would ever realize, but oh, was it beautiful.
Victor soon got lost in his writing, furiously jotting down notes. He knew that he could create life; the monster residing with him was proof of that. But what if he could reanimate humans, actual humans, from the dead? Or maybe he could create a more human, less hideous version of the creation he had now. He smiled to himself thoughtfully, glancing up towards where the monster was before blinking in alarm when he saw that they had moved.
He immediately got up and looked around frantically. Once his eyes landed on the monster, he relaxed a bit before realizing that the monster was going through his books.
"Don't touch that!" Victor yelped, nearly tripping over himself as he ran over and snatched the book out of the monster's hands, clutching it protectively. "What's gotten into you? My work is important, and I will not allow you to destroy it!"
Victor glared angrily at them before looking at the book and realizing with surprise that it was unharmed. They didn't ruin it at all, he thought, feeling slightly shocked. When his heart stopped pounding in his chest from fear, he looked up at the monster before glancing down at the book again, and understanding began to dawn on him.
"Oh," he said in a much calmer, rational tone than before as he once again turned his gaze to them. "Were you trying to read? Is that what you were doing?"
The monster startled when the man snatched the book out of their hands, letting out a sound of disappointment and protest. They didn’t try to take it back though, giving instead a puppy-eyes look to the little human and waiting for something to happen. When the man spoke, less brash and angry now, they didn’t know how to respond. They simply traced the words on the cover of the book with a finger, trying to map out what it all meant.
It didn’t really make sense to them, why everything they did was some massive mistake. All the creature knew was that they were walking on eggshells, and it was a confidence boost to have any sort of understanding of what was going on. When that was ripped away from them, they didn’t know how to cope.
Victor tensed a bit when the monster touched his book, but he felt a small thrill of satisfaction when they began tracing a finger over the cover of the book as if trying to say that they did want to read. A thoughtful look appeared on Victor's face. Reading and writing would probably be easier to teach than speaking, and it would make communication much easier too.
"Yes. Ok, we can make this work," he muttered to himself, pacing back and forth with the book still in his hands. After a couple of moments, he stopped his pacing and turned around, facing the monster again, focusing his gaze on one of the bookshelves beside them instead of giving them direct eye contact.
"We should start with something more simple, maybe something that has pictures in it," he said to them, tossing the book he was holding onto a nearby desk before heading over to the bookshelves and looking over the titles. Should I start with the alphabet instead? He wondered, frowning as he realized he didn't have any suitable books for teaching someone how to read. I have no idea what I'm doing.
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