Spoiler-ish for my fanfic, A Life's Work.




This is the father of Herbert West, his name is Herbert West. HP Lovecraft described this man in his youth at the earlier centuries as a thin boy, with blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. HP Lovecraft also wrote that he died.

But he did not. For he found a different route to immortality, one that is painful, and sorrowful, and is all together insufficient, and so his work continues. Yet this method, requires new and fresh bodies, to be sewn to the dominant mind, do it while the mind still lives, and only give life to the parts, yet often the stitches will not hold the life will not be contained and parts will fall off.

He once met a woman, the daughter of his one dead colleague, he loved her, and they had a child. She died.

The child grew up in the image of his father. It's too strange though isn't it? The two would walk almost exactly the same path? Almost...too much of a coincidence don't you think? Someone must have done something...

He's replaced the body many times, and left a perminent stitch around his heart. His blonde hair now mixes with a man who was brunette, and one of his eyes needed replacement for a brown eye (all he could find at the time).

To go along with this:
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(original done by Healer)

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