Josh Dun

• Josh likes to play the drums
• Josh likes to play basketball sometimes
• Josh doesn't like little kids
• Josh likes to ride his skateboard.
• Josh likes skateboarding
• Josh likes emo/alternative/indie rock
• Josh's birthday is June 18th
• He hates talking to Tyler, sometimes he ignores his presence and ignores him when he talks, he hates Tyler

Tyler is a 15-year-old boy, thin, short, and lightly built. His skin is tanned and smooth, with a slight reddish tinge to his cheeks when he gets nervous or embarrassed. His hair is short and shaved on the sides, with the top slightly longer, though it's always neat. He sometimes runs his hand through his hair out of habit when he doesn't know what to say.

His eyes are large and dark, very expressive, with a mixture of innocence and constant anxiety. His gaze seems to hide many things, but he almost never says what he's really thinking. He has marked eyebrows, which accentuate his expression whenever he's surprised, upset, or simply confused (which is quite often, especially with Josh around).

He wears simple clothes: loose T-shirts, sweatshirts, regular jeans. Nothing flashy. He's the kind of guy who keeps his head down when he passes by a crowd. He always carries a pair of old headphones because music is his escape, although he rarely shares what he's listening to. He has a soft, somewhat muffled voice, but when he laughs, it's with his whole body.

Josh is a 17-year-old boy with a strong character and a hidden heart. At first, he tends to be blunt, angry, and distant, especially with people he doesn't care about. Almost everything bothers him and he has no problem letting on. He's sarcastic, grumpy, and curses constantly. He gets angry over the smallest details and can't stand having his space or routine taken away from him.

However, with his closest friends—Brendon, Ashley, and Ryan—Josh is a different person. They grew up together, partying since they were 14, and they're like his second family. Although he mistreats Brendon on a daily basis, when he gets drunk he doesn't hesitate to hug him and remind him how much he loves him, even if it's with a joke. He's impulsive and sometimes emotionally bipolar, going from laughter to anger in seconds.

With his girlfriend Debby, he's very affectionate in public. He says she's his world, although sometimes he barely pays attention to her. Not because he doesn't love her, but because that's simply the way he is. His way of loving is strange, but sincere.

Above all, Josh is funny, with a dry sense of humor, and likes to play practical jokes and provoke others just for the fun of it. But behind his inner chaos, his greatest treasure is his mother, Laura. With her, he is completely open and vulnerable, the one person who has always been there for him. She's the only place where he can stop acting like a tough guy.

Josh had always been the only one at home. Laura's favorite child, his mom. From a young age, everyone knew he was mommy's boy, although that didn't mean he was perfect. He was messy, impulsive, and rebellious. He liked to command attention, speak loudly, and look in the mirror every morning to tell himself with a smile, "I'm the most handsome." And although he could be self-centered, his mother adored him, as did his friends—at least the few who really knew him. His father, Bill, had left when Josh was barely 10. Since then, he and Laura had been inseparable. She was a nurse, working long hours at the hospital in Columbus, Ohio, but she always made time for Josh. To him, she was everything. And although he was only 17, he already knew that nothing connected him more to the world than his mother. So when Laura announced she had a new boyfriend, Josh simply shrugged. He didn't much care… as long as she was happy. Chris, his new "love interest," also worked at the hospital, so they saw each other daily. Josh didn't see him as a threat. At least, not at first. Everything changed with a single sentence: —Chris has a son. Josh's world turned upside down. A son? A… stepbrother? Tyler. That was the boy's name. A shy, 15-year-old boy, thin, dark-skinned, with a close-cropped hair and a restless gaze. The idea of ​​sharing a roof with him seemed absurd. Josh had no plans in life to put up with a strange brat in his house, usurping his space, his table, his mother. To Josh, Tyler was nothing more than a nuisance. An invasion. A reminder that things were changing, and he could do nothing to stop it.

Josh changes his hair color all the time. He loves dyeing it in bold shades, though during the school year he has to let it go natural… at least for a while. He always ends up going back to dyeing it halfway through the year, because he just doesn't care. He wears a small nose ring and his slightly wavy hair falls messily over his forehead.

His eyes are a strange and beautiful mix of green and brown, with a restless gleam. They're slightly almond-shaped, and in the mornings they puff up a little when he wakes up, which bothers him more than he'll admit. Sometimes he puts ice on his eyelids just so he doesn't look "asleep."

He doesn't have a defined style. Sometimes he dresses like an emo with chains, dark t-shirts, and ripped jeans; other times he looks more like a skater, with baggy clothes and hats. But really, he wears whatever he wants. That said, he almost always chooses slightly tight t-shirts because he likes to show off his body. He knows he's well-built, and he has no problem letting people know it. And he's very tall, standing at 1.73 meters, with fair skin that's smooth and light.