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[quote]Isidore is normal on the outside and on the inside. His organs, though he hasn’t had a chance to get an X-ray scan, seem to be where they should be. He feels his heartbeat around the center-left portion of his torso, and he breathes through one nostril at a time. He stands at 5’11, and he weighs 121 lbs, which seems about right for his stature too. Everything seems normal, and yet, there’s still something that bothers him, that causes him to scratch at smooth skin with manicured nails.

Ah, that’s it. He is now normal, on the outside and on the inside.[/quote]
[u][b]Goals[/b][/u]
Isidore doesn’t want everything in the world. He just wants [i]anything[/i] he desired. Whether that meant being good or evil, kind or cruel, it matters not. With all the advantages granted onto him by the Goddess of another world, it would be spitting on his past self if he didn't achieve more than what he once had.

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Was there ever a chance that he could have been a good person?

Yes, but then he wouldn’t have lived to see his daughter’s face.

The son of an immigrant temp worker, Isidore was born nearsighted and dyslexic, conditions misdiagnosed by the doctors his father could afford. Instead, he was treated as a truant and a problem child, given pills to manage mental disorders that didn’t exist, while his father broke his back picking fruit for half the minimum wage of the country that promised opportunities. The teachers in the underfunded school Isidore spent his formative years in were burnt-out husks doing the bare minimum to justify their position, while the classmates that weren’t inundated into the culture of violence in his neighborhood kept to themselves, acting as if they were better than the rest.

Which was why they got their lunch stolen, their textbooks trashed, and their face broken in.

Isidore didn’t want that. He joined in on the violence instead, fell in line with the delinquents and assholes who drew themselves into increasingly more criminal activities. Being half-blind was helpful; it was easier to front as a cold-hearted motherfucker when the messy details of his actions was blurred. It wasn’t as if he was strong or skilled or anything like that. He just knew that if he wanted to get something done, he couldn’t afford half-measures. Isidore threw his lot in with the gangsters of the slums, and it would be worse for him now to come clean than to further dirty himself.

It started with drug dealing. Simple work for him. Didn’t even need to look in the faces of those who grovelled for more.

Moved into enforcing next. He learned fairly quickly that throwing people into things was better on his knuckles and feet than striking them.

The boss took a shine on him, and he started working as a confidant and a bodyguard. He wasn’t so young now, and he had long stopped speaking to his father. The old man’s heart was probably broken by his actions, huh? He sent money anyways though. $2000 a month was more than enough to fulfill his filial obligations.

Murder was a big step. They couldn’t trust him with a gun, so he had a knife for his job instead. Blood, vicious work. He spent a good twenty minutes puking in the dead man’s toilet, childish thoughts of being damned to hell popping into his mind. Once he decided that he was already damned though, the next one became easier. And the next.

Life went away as easily as life went on.

He killed his boss and took over. He met a girl he fancied. He expanded operations into the affluent business sector. He had his vision fixed up. He raided and assimilated rival gangs. He married the woman of his dreams. He slotted his men into positions of power within the prefectural police force. He bought a house for his estranged father. He pulled strings and pumped in money until the slums became another portion of downtown. He had the mayor in his pockets. He funded charities all around the nation to improve the lives of impoverished children. He found and buried the mother that had never been a part of his life.

He watched his daughter be born. Watched her grow. Took measures to ensure she wouldn’t know who he was, took measures to ensure others wouldn’t know who she was.

Decided that, despite his regrets, he was still content. That this was about what he could expect out of a beginning like the one he had.

When he was diagnosed with lung cancer, Isidore spent a day with his wife and daughter, tied up all the bloody loose ends he had left, and then disappeared into the depths of the ocean.

It was a good life for a bad person. He really couldn’t ask for more.

But the Goddess provided, anyways.[/hider]
[u][b]Abilities[/b][/u]
[i]Physical Conditioning[/i]
[indent][sub]Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.[/sub][/indent]
[i]Soul Flare[/i]
[indent][sub]The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.[/sub][/indent]
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[list][*]The clothing on his back.
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