A face as pale as marble, and without a flaw, just like a doll. The top of the right part of his face was cracked, broken, and out of some sort of light ring coming out and going around his whole head. Like a halo that had fallen down and had broken him. Its other remaining eye was of a golden color, yet no pupil, rather, inside rested hundreds of triangles inside each other, getting smaller each time. Some were turned slightly, making it addictive to look at.
His hair was short, but enough to slightly fall on the top of his only eye, a paler gold than his eye, which was the color that his hair had picked up. It waved around flawlessly, yet as it got closer to the broken part of his face, it got burnt, becoming dark and straight with rough ends.
His neck was of decent size, not too long, not too short, enough to notice the trails of marks leading up to his jaw, ending before getting to his face. He didn't understand what they meant; it wasn't written in a language he recognized.
