Miafra, the evil.
“It was incredibly easy for Miafra to influence those less gifted than himself. Just his appearance would cause an awed hush anywhere he appeared. A tall, dark-skinned man, with bald head that held the blackest of eyes, so black they seemed more akin to holes than something to see with, standing erect and proud in a long, dark coloured cloak that sported hood that denied any curious person the chance of seeing his facially expression always demanded respect. Whenever Miafra spoke, he promised those listening to him a world where everyone would be equal, a world where everyone’s powers would be equal – a world of eternal summer, he promised them Summerland. Miafra’s words brought out what had lain hidden, asleep in the populace of Onisha for over five hundred years – their greed.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 