Saint Augustine's Light

our hero is impure, even by the standards of the impure. they will always have a limp. they cannot grow hair. they have one eye, one nostril, and a stutter. at least braces help with the horrifically misaligned teeth. their flesh is so generally mangled and malformed nobody can ever tell their gender until they say, which they consider a blessing. you might think they would look at their face in the mirror and think "i am hideous. i am god's mistake, an undercooked lump of clay that's been left out in the sun too long." they don't. they think, "i am pure. i am the perfection humanity has been striving for." it's only half-sarcastic; if pushed they can extend on that thought at length.