"...but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I am irrevocably excluded." (Chapter 10)
Frankenstein's Monster (variously called the fiend, the wretch, the demon, the devil, or the creature, but necessarily nameless) as he appears in the original Shelley novel is described as having thin, shriveled yellow skin like a mummy's, watery and near-colorless eyes, straight black lips, long and flowing black hair, and proportionally built to his height of about eight feet. I've been teaching the novel to my advanced senior class, and thought I would touch up this sketch.
And he says things like the quote above: he's a joyless, unloved abomination who is, overall, quite well aware of that fact, and suffers a desolation of the soul - if he has one - because of it.
I believe Harold Bloom made an argument that the ultimate irony (and crowning achievement) of Mary Shelley's novel is that the Creature is in the end more creative, more intelligent, more capable of eliciting both our compassion and our anger, and more human than his creator.