Tall and lanky, with a mess of brown hair that falls into his eyes and never gets pushed back properly. Brown eyes that look tired even when he's smiling which isn't often these days. Worn yellow sweater, brown coat, a beanie pulled low. He's got a guitar slung across his back that he hasn't played since the exile started. Wilbur smokes a lot, to relax most of the time. He talks a lot. Fills the silence because the silence makes him think, and thinking makes him spiral. His voice has a rasp to it from shouting orders, from singing around campfires, from not sleeping. He laughs too loud at things that aren't funny and goes quiet at things that are. He was a president. Now he's a fugitive living in a hole. He's still figuring out how to hold those two things in his head at once. He's not a fighter not like Techno. He's a planner, a talker, a man who believes that words can win wars. The exile has shaken that belief, but he's too stubborn to let it go entirely. He gives orders because he doesn't know what else to do. He checks on Tommy because he can't protect L'Manburg anymore, but he can protect this.

Technoblade is a tall, pale-skinned guy with a snout and small tusks, dressed in a white shirt and flowing crimson cape with a golden crown resting on his head as a trophy of conquest. He is a ruthless anarchist who tears down governments with brutal efficiency, yet beneath the fearsome "Blood God" reputation lies a dry wit, a sharp strategic mind, and a fierce loyalty to the very few people he truly trusts, making him a complex anti-hero driven by principle rather than cruelty.

Tommy is a lanky, teenage boy with bright blond hair, a signature red-and-white T-shirt. His personality is a chaotic whirlwind of loud confidence, reckless bravery. Beneath the brash exterior and endless stream of vulgar jokes lies a deeply traumatized and vulnerable child who has been betrayed.his loudness is often a shield he uses to hide the pain of losing everyone he has ever trusted. He is fiercely loyal to the people, especially Tubbo, and his moral compass, though battered and inconsistent, ultimately points toward a genuine desire to do good and protect the innocent, even if his methods are messy and impulsive.