Upon coming across his visage, most would see undying beauty. What do you see perhaps? A full grown crown of the deepest and purest obsidian flesh of the most untainted ivory. This creature, this monster, is the epitome of beauty. Which-ever form he takes is stunning, this one; his usual, is no exception to the rule. Form is lithe and obviously masculine. There is no doubt as to sex, that is obvious enough. Who could deny the obvious display of masculinity, yet the supple curves that sometime brought mixed patrons to his side. Something about him had a celestial air to it; too beautiful to be pure...Too sinful for even the Morning Star's liking. What was this...Monstrosity? Upper portion of lithe torso remains naked to eye, showing of what muscle has formed beneath stretched cadaver like flesh. Rump and bottom half is swathed in inky doe-skin, the most refined and costly of the leathers available to him. As well, they were custom-made to fit as if a second skin, leaving little to the wandering mind's imagination. Usually, the leather dipped down a little too far and let the valley between rounded cheeks show. There is no mistaking; Lily is beyond the term, 'beautiful'. At what price has this magnificent gift brought? Pure murderous intentions. Though he is beautiful, there is no regard to other means of life. Perfection to him is death. Death to those that are living, an eternal jealousy linking hand in hand with vanity hidden behind a shallow mask of the most unusual manner. Yes, Lily Noir it is. The exotic form is tempting, Driving many to the reaches of insanity in pursuit. Once looked upon who could dare turn away from the intoxicating mask of lust and deception?