The Daemon: Larger proportions than a regular man. The daemon had yellow eyes, black hair, skin stretched extremely tight across his body, straight black lips, shrivel complexion, watery eyes. The daemons started out being a gentle, peaceful creature. But, as he became aware of how ugly he was, he became discontented, and eventually became bad.
Lavenza: Thin, fair, bright gold colored hair, clear
blue eyes. Elizabeth was calm. She liked to see the beauty
in things, but wasn't as passionate as her "cousin", Victor. She
was very benevolent, and sweet.
Henry Clerval: Henry liked plays, and romance novels. He liked "enterprise, hardship, and even danger, for its own sake." Henry was Victor's best friend, and studied languages at Ingoldstat. Clerval liked to investigate the "moral character" of things.
"The ancient teachers of science," said he, "promised impossibilities, and performed nothing. The modern masters promise very little; they know that metals cannot be transmuted, and that the elixir of life is a chimera. But these philosophers, whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt, and their eyes to pore over the microscope or crucible, have indeed performed miracles. They penetrate into the recesses of nature, and show how she word in her hiding places. They ascend into the heavens: they have discovered how the blood circulates, and the nature of the air we breathe. They have acquired mew and almost unlimited powers; they can command the thunders of heaven, mimic the earthquake, and even mock the invisible world with its own shadows." (p47-48)
The immense mountains and precipices that overhung me on every side-the sound of the river raging among the rocks, and the dashing of the waterfalls around, spoke f a power mighty as Omnipotence-and I ceased to fear, or to bend before any less almighty that that which had created and ruled the elements, her displayed in their most terrific guise. (p94)
"It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night." (p168)
At such moments vengeance, that burned within me, died in my heart, and I pursued my path towards the destruction of the daemon, more as a task enjoined by heaven, as the mechanical impulse of some power of which I was unconscious, than as the ardent desire of my soul. (p204)
"What do you mean? What do you demand of your captain? are you then so easily turned from your design? Did you not call this a glorious expedition And wherefore was it glorious? Not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but because it was full of dangers and terror; because, at every new incident, your fortitude was to be called forth, and your courage exhibited; because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were to brave and overcome. For this was it a glorious, for this was it an honourable undertaking. You were hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species; your names adore, as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour, and the benefit of mankind. And now, behold, with the first imagination of danger, or, if you will, the first mighty and terrific trial of your courage, you shrink away, and are content to be handed down as men who had not strength enough to endure cold and peril; and so, poor souls, they were chilly, and returned to their warm firesides. Why, that requires not this preparation; ye need not have come thus far, and dragged your captain to the shame of a defeat, merely to prove yourselves cowards. Oh! be men or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes, and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable, and cannot withstand you, if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return, as heroes who have fought and conquered , and who know not what it is to turn their back on the foe." (p214-215)
"You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived, and long for the moment when these hands will meet my eyes, when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more." (p222)