Oniyuri was a striking figure, with a face that could captivate and enchant anyone who laid eyes on it. He had piercing golden eyes and long, silken hair that hung in waves to his waist, the shade of tanzanite. His body was lean and lithe, his skin a soft shade of beige that glowed in the light. A small red mark on the back of his neck was the only visible reminder of the life he was forced to lead. There was something mysterious about him that made people unable to look away.