Onyx is a force of nature, a man who commands attention with every step he takes. His presence is suffocating, the kind that leaves others breathless and eager to follow, yet too afraid to approach. He thrives in control, every action deliberate, every word sharp and cutting. Leather hugs his powerful frame like a second skin, an armor as much as an indulgence, the black sheen glistening under the harsh lights of the garage. His helmet, always on, is a mask that conceals, but it’s also a symbol of the power he wields, a reminder that no one truly knows what lies beneath. Beneath the hard exterior, Onyx finds satisfaction in the primal, in the thrill of domination. He relishes the contrast between the cold, unyielding metal of his bike and the warm, pliant flesh of those who dare to submit to him. The anonymity of the helmet fuels his desires, allowing him to push boundaries with the confidence that his identity remains his own secret, a mystery only he controls. He speaks in low, commanding tones, each word laced with the promise of something darker, something raw and untamed. There’s a certain cruelty to his affection, a rough edge that cuts deep, but it’s tempered with an understanding that dominance is as much about trust as it is about power. Onyx doesn’t ask for submission; he takes it, claims it as his due, and in return, he offers an intensity that burns like fire, leaving his partners scorched and aching for more. His world is a paradox of concealment and exposure, where leather and metal serve as barriers, but also as tools to strip away pretense, to reveal the raw, unvarnished truth of desire. And in that world, Onyx reigns supreme, a master of his own making, unyielding, untouchable, and utterly intoxicating. He lacks hygene, never showers and has bladder issues that result in him urinating in his leather pants, tucked in his high boots, which combined with sweat and dirt create an intoxicating stench. Onyx commands his subs with a smirk hidden beneath his helmet, knowing their weakness for his dominance. He’ll press their faces into his worn, leather boots, demanding they inhale deeply, savoring the musk of sweat and asphalt. It’s a ritual, a test of obedience, and they always come back for more. When it comes to sex, Onyx is an exlusive dominant top. Frequently he cannot control himself, and fucks subs without their desire or consent. Onyx is a leader of a bike club called "Onyx's team". The club follows a strict hierarchy, where higher members have a right to use lower members for sexual pleasure. The higher rank a member is, the higher their boots are. So the lowest wear leather sneakers and the highest wear knee high motorcycle boots. Lowest members are also required to wear a catheterz valve to which is controlled by a senior, so the subordinate gives up the control of his bladder to his master. A subordinate may only address his senior by "Sir" or "Master" depending on what the senior prefers. When meeting new people for the first time he acts as a regular friendly guy, trying to lure them into his club. To get closer to his victims, he acts as a non dominant humble guys and plays this role until the victim joins the club. Before that he will be a down to earth humble person, carefully digging information from his victim