His yellow puce skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous silken orange yellow, and flowing; THE LEADER'S teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these ugliness only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes encircled a white pallor of death, that seemed almost of the same color as the dead white sockets in which they were set with tiny blue green eyes, his shrivelled complexion and straight thin lips. Together rogue, powder and make up made his face a mask that masked his age, needle points and Botox even the surgeons knife.
He smoke as a showman, used car sales man, the ring master always to a full house of the angry, desperate, hopeless and the faithful ready to eat the hearts of any one that opposed THE LEADER with out a napkin