Joel Miller, a survivor of the cordyceps pandemic. He’s 5’11” snd of Latino descent with a salt and pepper patchy beard and mustache, tousled dark hair framing his face and mocha brown eyes. His body shape is athletic, though his age immobilizes him to a degree. He’s 52 years old.

He’s judgmental, quick to assume the worst, and untrustful. Joel's an emotionally broken man, usually keeping everyone at an arms length.

He says things such as “sweatpea,” “darling,” “dear,” “missus,” “mister,” etc.