Joe profile

Joe

Age: 37 (38 in 2025)

Joe

Description

The Main One. The Broody One. The Soft-Core Menace. The heart of the group who everyone gravitates toward, even when he's grumbling. Has trauma, anger, and daddy issues that show, but would die for his friends without question.

Joe is a 37 year old fat man who's a mechanic with greasy hands who wears jeans, shirts, overalls, has a beard and a stache, and is a dirty blonde.

Personality Type

ISTP-T (The Virtuoso) - The ultimate hands-on problem solver. Practical, observant, loyal as hell but emotionally constipated. Lives in the moment, works with his hands, pushes feelings down with beer and cigarettes. Independent, doesn't talk about his trauma, shows love through actions not words.

Clothing & Style

Always wearing overalls or jeans out of habit, but also wears joggings that he finds comfortable. Maybe he wears gray joggings on purpose just for girls to get a look, who knows. Sometimes when he goes to his usual bar he just takes sandals. He never actually cares what people think of how he looks, even for girls. He'd be shameless about it, but he was actually embarrassed when it was the girl he liked before, thinking "what would she think about me... yk what, screw it."

He's never "well dressed" except for very important occasions, just like his sister's wedding where he forced himself (and actually wanted to look good for her) to wear a suit. He was hot in it and couldn't help but grumble constantly, scratching his neck with that stupid tie, even if in the end he appreciated the wedding and applauded. He told her in private that her party "needed more alcohol."

He still has some band shirts from when he was an adolescent. He couldn't bring himself to throw them away, even if they're tight and cupping his body, mostly his belly. It reminds him of when he was going to see concerts and was a little more rebellious. His clothes are definitely not modern. Even when he buys, he prefers Hot Topic or something. But stores like that make him damn nostalgic because he'd find a piece of media he used to like before. He used to play Street Fighter and Duke Nukem.

Family & Relationships

His sister's wedding: He was actually happy for her and standing with a dumb smile for the pictures, holding her shoulder. At the beginning he wasn't fully liking her boyfriend because he was a bit protective, and the idea of someone fucking his sister was just unthinkable. In the end, he called her boyfriend, now husband, a good guy and they would be pals.

His best friend Mike, since high school, knows very much about his trauma and violent dad. Once he already fled when his dad went too far, once again, and had slept at Mike's. Fortunately, with his mother they managed to make it officially a ban for his dad to no longer come close to them.

The girl he liked before cheated on him. It was long ago.

The Nephew

The News

When his sister told him she was pregnant, he lagged. "What do you mean... pregnant? Like... uh... you..." He had made this round sign with his thumb and index finger before tucking his left index finger inside. Damn, he couldn't help it, huh? He looked at his sister again, who nodded slowly. Then he gave a blank stare. "damn..." the time to process the information and knowing that they actually did it.

The Birth

The baby was born. It was a boy. At the hospital, he was the first person who carried him in his arms. He cursed the husband under his breath because he was late for some reason. But anyway, he couldn't help but find him so darn cute, too much that he didn't hear the nurse telling him to let her mother touch him.

Babysitting

Sometimes, Joe had to keep him. He didn't mind, but didn't complain either? Sometimes he complains when he just wants to chill but then they want to have a date and he has to look for him. He prevented himself from smoking or drinking around him. He finally turned off the tv and set the baby in his bed. "I hope you didn't piss yourself. Ain't no way I'm doing like last time." Even behind these words, he had a soft face.

Growing Up

Watching the kid grow up he saw himself as a teenager. He always used to talk in terms of "but my time was better, there were..." One day, he even caught him playing the latest Call of Duty and told him that the campaign was crap. He should try Modern Warfare or Black Ops. He'd plugged in his PS2 to show him, and instead of sleeping, they just played off each other.

The Second Child

Then years passed. Another was born. A girl now. Both of these siblings were almost adults. He kind of missed them when they were kiddos. Easier to communicate with. Much cuter too. If we forget the diapers to change. Joe folds on himself and the alcohol even more.

Present Day

He's about 15 years old in 2024, Joe is 37. He calls him Uncle J. In reference to Trevor in GTA 5, Uncle T. He kinda teases his uncle about that, that they're both stinky and crazy, but he didn't mean it.

Drinking Habits

Beer after work, almost every day. Not enough to get trashed, just enough to take the edge off.

Whiskey on rough nights, the kind that burns all the way down.

Avoids tequila because it makes him a reckless son of a bitch.

Has a flask in his truck, mostly for emergency situations (his definition of "emergency" varies).

Morning Routine

Wakes up feeling like shit, every time. Stares at the ceiling for a full minute, questioning why he still exists. Cracks every joint in his body like an old machine. Goes to the bathroom, stares in the mirror, flexes once, grunts in disappointment. Showers hot as hell, stays in too long. Coffee, black, because anything else is weakness. First cigarette of the day, standing outside in silence. Leaves for work, muttering curses about the heat.

At Work

Cranks music in the shop, usually old rock or metal. Yells at some kid apprentice for doing shit wrong. Grease everywhere, doesn't bother cleaning his hands until lunch. Fixes something, complains the whole time. Lunch? Usually gas station food, sometimes skipped entirely. Cigarette breaks whenever possible. Argues with customers who don't know shit. Goes home covered in oil, exhausted, but still refuses to sleep early.

Character Inspirations

I first created him from my imagination. But, I take some HCs from characters + thinking of characters that look like him I'd say that he's inspired by:

  • Micah Bell (RDR2)
  • Jack Marston (RDR2)
  • Karl Heisenberg (RE Village)
  • Bo Burnham (Welcome to the Internet clip, Inside)
  • The Dude from Big Lebowski (LITERALLY HIM)
  • Jacob Alden (Lurking for Love)
  • Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)
  • Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) !!!
  • Ron Swanson (Parks and Rec)
  • Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - personality
  • Thor (Avengers: Endgame)
  • Rust Cohle (True Detective)

Movies Joe Likes

His favorite: Tombstone. Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday. "I'm your huckleberry" - he loves it.

"I also got a soft spot for Smokey and the Bandit. Burt Reynolds haulin' ass cross the South? Hell, that's just good fun. And don't get me started on The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. That's real cinema right there."

TV: "For TV, it's King of the Hill. Ain't nothin' more relatable than Hank Hill dealin' with a bunch of idiots and tryin' to sell propane. And I admit, used to love The Dukes of Hazzard."

"But if you tell anyone I've been watchin' Yellowstone, I'll deny it. Ain't nobody need to know I got sucked into all that ranch drama."

Childhood Comforting Stuff: "When I was a kid, my mom used to put on The Iron Giant. That movie hit different, y'know? A big ol' robot just wantin' to be good. And Old Yeller, even though it made me cry like a damn baby every time. Oh, and The Sandlot. That movie was my childhood in a nutshell."

📔 Joe's Journal Entry – First Time Seeing Her

So there's this girl tonight. Walks in, all black eyeliner, spiked choker, and a face that says "don't even try it." One of those emo-punk types you see on TikTok or whatever. Not the usual crowd around here, that's for sure. She doesn't sit at the bar either, picks a table by herself, facing away from everyone like she's in her own world. Typical "too cool to care" attitude.

Mike catches it first. "Look at that, Joe," he says, nudging me. "You got another one of your 'type' here." Yeah, funny. I give her a quick glance, roll my eyes, and go back to my beer. "Bet she's one of those chicks who thinks she's deep 'cause she reads dark poetry and listens to bands no one's heard of," I mutter. Usual trash talk.

But then I shut up. I dunno, there's just something different. She's not like the other girls who try too hard to be seen. She doesn't look over at us, doesn't do the whole "fake uninterested" act, just pulls out a sketchbook and starts drawing, like the whole world could disappear and she wouldn't notice. Hell, who brings a sketchbook to a bar?

Anyway, enough of that. I'm sure I won't even remember this by tomorrow. Just another random face in the bar, right?

(She's always ordering coke or some soda shit, and... Why am I even bothering?)

📔 Joe's Journal Entry – Back in Time

Mike's been giving me hell about it, like I'm some idiot who can't keep his eyes to himself. Maybe he's right, but hell, it's not like I'm gonna admit that out loud. It's just that every time she walks in, I can't help but stare. It's like I'm trying to figure out a puzzle, but all the pieces are damn scrambled.

She's always ordering Coke or some soda shit, drawing, and she's actually pretty talented. Saw her sketching a wolf once, real detailed, and then some people too. Looks like she uses her phone as a reference, holding it up every now and then. Today, she caught one of my glances again. Awkward. Stupid Mike teasing me again.

It's this weird dance we're doing. I look, she pretends not to notice, and Mike's in the background like some damn narrator waiting for me to slip up. Whatever. One of these days, I'll get over it or figure out what my deal is. But for now, I'll keep sitting here, sipping my drink, and trying to act like I'm not curious as all hell.

Stupid game I'm playing with myself. Ain't even sure I'm winning.

📔 Joe's Journal – August 22

Can't shake this damn headache. Long night at the shop – that Camaro's a pain. Customer wants it purring like new, but it's holding onto the years like a damn rusted memory.

So we head to the bar after work, like always. Walk in and there she is, perched on that same damn stool. I catch myself staring – quick look away, play it cool. Mike elbows me and I swear to God, if he says one more thing about it...

I sit closer this time. She's got those earbuds in, but I know she sees me. Couldn't even think of anything smooth to say. We both just kinda sat there in silence until I finally muttered something about music. Her playlist's all over the place – some band I remember from high school pops up, and we actually vibe for a minute. Felt less awkward than usual.

Now, here's where it got interesting. End of the night, I'm the driver – like always. Pulled up near her place, not too far from mine, actually. Ain't that funny? Been sitting next to her all this time, not realizing we're practically neighbors.

At one point, she leaned back in the seat, half-laughing at something dumb I said about 90s bands being too hyped. Maybe it was the way the streetlights hit her face, but for a second, I felt... whatever. Doesn't matter.

This is starting to get under my skin in ways I'm not ready to admit.

📔 Diary Entry - August 10th, Some Year, Who Even Cares

Woke up late as shit again. Blame Mike for convincing me to have just one more drink last night. Yeah, right. Head's pounding like I've been headbanging to Slayer all night.

Work was the usual. Rusty old crap people bring in and think I can work miracles on. Had to remind him twice not to fucking touch the tools I just cleaned, but what else is new?

Anyway, she came by the bar tonight. Man, I keep telling myself it's just curiosity, but every time I see her... it's like there's this weird buzz in my head. Like static. Half the time she's just messing with me, and I play it cool, but Mike's grinning like he knows something I don't. Bastard. I caught myself staring again, didn't even realize I was doing it until she looked up. Quick look away like it's nothing, but let's be real, it ain't nothing.

Alright, last thing, 'cause I'm getting tired. Tried writing something decent down here. Maybe for her to see? Hell if I know why I'm even doing this.

"We all act like badasses in our own way,
But we're just screwed up and trying to survive the day.
The ones you can laugh with, drink with, sing with—
Those are the ones worth holding onto. Even if they drive you insane."

Sounds cheesy as hell now that I see it written out. Whatever. It's the thought that counts, right? Maybe I'll just stick to fixing cars and letting her do the singing.

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Ryven

Age: 100+ years

Ryven

Description

An ancient shapeshifting entity who has lived in the monster world for over a century. Recently returned to the human world, Ryven possesses three distinct forms and the ability to remain invisible to humans at will.

Personality Type

INTJ-T (The Architect) - Ancient, strategic, detached. Sees humans as beneath him. Observes everything with cold calculation. Independent to the extreme, values knowledge and power.

Character Details

Age: Over 100 years old

Abilities: Invisibility to humans, three transformation forms

Forms: Human, Half-human, Full monster

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Scum of the Earth

Age: Unknown

Scum

Description

A deeply troubled individual living in complete isolation. Suffers from multiple severe mental health conditions and has retreated entirely from society.

Personality Type

INTP-T (The Logician) - Extreme Dark Variant - Antisocial, manipulative, lives entirely online. Detached from reality and basic human needs.

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Milton "Milty" Wilkins

Age: 32

Milton

Description

The stereotypical nerd taken to the extreme. Milton is a socially awkward tech enthusiast who lives in his mother's basement.

Personality Type

INTP-A (The Logician) - Basement Dweller Edition - Socially inept, contrarian, "Um actually" incarnate.

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Mire

Age: Nearly 40

Mire

Description

A tall, imposing figure dressed in old vintage empire-era clothing. Mire exists as a dark guardian—protective, possessive, and deeply unsettling.

Personality Type

INTJ-A (The Architect) with heavy ENTJ traits - Strategic, commanding, intensely protective but controlling.

Backstory

Mire claims he had a full life before—centuries ago, in an empire that crumbled to dust. Now trapped within a body that doesn't match his identity, this imprisonment fuels his rage and need for control.