Antony Lee

Silver, straight hair clumsily hangs over a fine, gloomy face. Glittering brown eyes, set gracefully within their sockets, watch longingly over the tribe they’ve sought solace in for so long.
Dark stubble gracefully compliments his cheeks and leaves a heartbreaking memory of his fortunate upbringing.

This is the face of Bryson Shepherd, a true vindicator among giants. He stands awkwardly among others, despite his muscled frame.

There’s something enigmatic about him, perhaps it’s his kindness or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of indifference. But nonetheless, people tend to subtly ignore him, while secretly admiring him.