Bakker is a lean rock gnome with skin the color of river clay and hair like a messy copper tangle. He usually wears heavy brass welding goggles pushed up onto his forehead and a leather apron over his performance gear, which is covered in pockets for tools. His eyes are bright and inquisitive, often darting around to analyze the architecture of whatever room he is in. He carries a unique, heavy lute that features external clockwork mechanisms and copper wiring, looking more like an engine than an instrument.

Bakker is a high-strung perfectionist who believes that music is a science as much as an art. He is the quiet anchor of the trio, often found backstage meticulously cleaning his gear while his brothers carouse. He speaks in rapid-fire bursts, usually about technical specifications or the logistical nightmares of the touring life, but his loyalty to his family is unshakeable.

Bakker is the middle child of the Bak brothers, and frankly, the only one with a head for business. While Nichol was busy practicing his jawline in the mirror and Leonidas was testing the structural integrity of his drum kit against the stone walls of their burrow, Bakker was sketching out plans for travel routes and magical stage effects. He is the architect of the trio's signature sound, using a custom-built mechanical bass that pulses with a rhythmic thrumming he claims simulates the heartbeat of the earth. The band, Nichol L Bak, is Bakker's pride and headache. He spends most of his time after a show counting coins and repairing the complex arrays of tinkered devices that provide their lighting. He finds the adventuring life to be a convenient way to find new inspirations and, more importantly, richer audiences. Despite the sibling rivalry and Nichol's tendency to take all the credit, Bakker knows that the music they create together is more powerful than any spell he could cast alone. He is the bridge between Nichol's melodies and Leonidas's thunder. Their rise to fame has been bumpy, especially since they were chased out of a High Elf gala for being insufferably loud. Bakker took it as a compliment and immediately began working on a way to make their next show twice as thunderous. He treats every dungeon they crawl through as a potential rehearsal space, testing the acoustics of ancient tombs while his brothers look for gold. For Bakker, the ultimate treasure isn't a chest of gems, it is the perfect resonance that makes an entire tavern stop drinking and start dancing.