"Myself, I am a humble crooner, fortunate enough to have a place to belong in this crazy town"
Atlas is a well spotted face in a crowd. Though striking and handsome, he can be lost in the crowd of vibrant patterns and fabrics. Friendly and enchanting, Atlas seems the type to attract a following. He would pass you by on the street, tone somewhat congratulatory, and pat you on the shoulder as he left. His grip is stronger than expected. Unnoticed, he's watching you as you leave, humming a slow tune.
Atlas is a D&D 5e bard from the College of Whispers, commission for the generous Edwin Glass. He's actually an aasimar. It's been a long time since I've drawn a bard, and never with a harp lute guitar before.