Name: Locus
Age: She says "more than 30" when asked about that
A travelling bard who's been in many places around the world, usually making money through odd jobs. Though he's cheerful and docile, she's oddly calm when faced with striking events, rarely showing fear.
He can accidentally come off as a bit morbid sometimes, and sometimes talks about death in a very casual manner, but still has a lot of love for life and all that it has to offer, having a lot of appreciation for simple things and small details. Despite being a bard, Locus is awful at singing, though she still enjoys sharing his many stories.
Likes: Sharing stories, flowers, milk, wind chimes
Dislikes: Oversleeping, people who try to take advantage of others, unpleasant smells
Locus' mace is quite long, it's a bit difficult to tell from this drawing how long it is compared to her. It's likely heavy, but Locus is not exactly weak when it comes to physical strenght, her mace being heavy is fine for her.
Locus in a field of flowers. Locus has quite a bit of admiration for flowers, he isn't very knowledgeable on botanics and mostly appreciates them for aspects such as their aesthetic and their aroma.