[ WP ] Excerpts from an immortal person 's life through the ages of humanity

From the desk of Robert Kinsington, 1834. 
 
 I am overjoyed to announce that the operation was a complete success. At precisely 2:38 in the morning, the young woman I had been studying gave birth to the first immortal being. The experiment was strenuous, but the child managed to survive the ordeal. The mother, while not as lucky, was the perfect host. From this point on, we shall study the true limits of his mortality. 
 
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 An excerpt from the London newspaper, the Northern Star, 1852. 
 
 DISGRACED SCIENTIST FOUND DEAD IN LABORATORY 
 
 Late at night, the body of scientist Robert Kinsington was found within the walls of his laboratory. Cause of death, according to officers on the scene, looks to be natural causes, but an investigation is underway. Kinsington became a known name in 1846 when he was arrested for the attempted shooting his young ward in front of a panel of intellectuals to emphasize his studies on immortality. Kinsington was 47 at the time of death. 
 
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 From the notes of Sea Captain James Roland, 1873. 
 
 Hit a storm today. Had not expected it, the signs showed smooth sailing. IT approached from the south unexpectedly and hit us fast and hard. Nearly lost one man to the depths. He went overboard when a specifically hateful wave crashed into our side. A loose rope wrapped around his ankle, and the fall tightened it into a stable knot. He must have been underwater for nearly 16 full minutes prior to us realizing he was still connected to the blasted ship! We hauled his to the surface by the rope, believing him to be long gone. However, the gods smiled upon the young man, for when we hoisted him onto the deck, he began to sputter and spit water while flopping like a freshly caught fish! 
 
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 An excerpt from an urban legend with origins from New York, early 1900s. 
 
 Beware the beast of a man from down the lane. 
 He fights with no fear and fears no fight. 
 To try and fight back would be in vain. 
 He survives any attack through his sheer might. 
 
 I tried to stab this man-like beast. 
 He shrugged it off with a sickening grin. 
 The devil inside, you would need a priest. 
 Out came the knife, and no wound marked his skin. 
 
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 From the diary of Mary Grant, 1940. 
 
 I met a young man today, down at the diner. He was so handsome, a pure gentleman! Complete with a British accent! He swept me off my feet. Metaphorically, of course... not that I would have mind a literal version of the events! I'm meeting with him tonight, hope it goes well! 
 
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 An excerpt from the New York newspaper, the Altamont Enterprise, 1945. 
 
 KINSINGTON-GRANT 
 
 Robert James Kinsington Jr. and Mary Ann Grant were married last Sunday at St. Andrews Episcopal Church in Albany. 
 
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 From the diary of Mary Grant, 1965. 
 
 He is headed to war. Despite being nearly 45 years old, he is headed out. He is fit, with the body of a 25 year old, but I do n't want him to go. He feels guilt for abandoning the cause and withdrawing himself from the world wars, and he feels the need to rectify that by entering this new war. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he was not going to be swayed by my words. Stay safe, Robert. 
 
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 From the list of Vietnam Casualties 
 
 CPL Joe Edward Kinsey 
 LCPL Michael Christopher Kinsey 
 SP4 Robert James Kinsington Jr 
 A2C Ronald Charles Kinsky 
 LCPL Frederick Charles Kinsler Jr 
 
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 A letter from Robert James Kinsington Jr., 1992. 
 
 I know what you are doing, but you must stop. I have had a rough life, which you know about. After all the events I have been through, the heartbreak and trauma, why ca n't I be left alone? Stop the research, stop the digging. I wish to be left alone. 
 
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 A letter to Mary Grant, 1992. 
 
 Ma'am, you were right. I have found evidence of your husband. However, I can not further my investigation. He does love you, that much is evident. To me, it seems as if he left you alone in order to give you a life free of his abnormality. While possibly selfish in not wishing to watch you die, it is an decision that any being would choose. He knows of my research, and asked me to cease my work. I will honor his wishes. I am sorry. 
 
 Sincerely, 
 Jack Hagan 
 
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 From the diary of a nurse, 1994. 
 
 The lady down in room 34 had a visitor today, the first one yet. The poor lady, on her death bed with no one to visit her. The man who came in looked pretty young, maybe a son? Bless his heart. After he left, I asked her about it. She only replied with `` My immortal.'' Cute. 

