Good Place is a hilarious ride through afterlife of Eleanor Shellstrop. She ends up in this so-called heavenly paradise. With help from soulmate Chidi and quirky neighbors, she faces her past. Can she be better? It’s packed with smart jokes, lovable folks and twists that’ll make you think, ‘Wait, what?’

Meet the characters from The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye

Chidi is the anxious, endlessly polite ethics professor who will apologize to a lamp if it looks offended. He lives inside philosophy texts and footnotes, quoting Kant and Aristotle like they’re old friends—lovable, nervous, and perpetually second-guessing every choice. He hoards notebooks and starts ten ethical dilemmas at once, then panics about which to finish. Somehow he knows the answer to moral puzzles but loses his keys every day, which is simultaneously tragic and adorable.

Tahani Al-Jamil

Tahani is glamorous chaos wrapped in designer sarees and cousin-bragging—she’s a walking chandelier of charm and insecurity. She drops celebrity names like confetti, plans grand philanthropic gestures, and will simultaneously correct your accent and offer you tea. Underneath the sparkle she’s deeply hungry for approval and has a weirdly encyclopedic knowledge of obscure gardenias (wait did she really name her orchids after ex-presidents? Maybe). She insists she hates gossip but then throws five new dinner parties to out-host someone, and honestly it’s kind of brilliant.

Janet

Janet is basically the internet but made of pure chipper emotion—informational, omnipotent, and a little too optimistic about folding chairs. She dispenses facts, metaphors, and the occasional existential crisis with equal cheer, and can make a sandwich out of literally nothing if you ask nicely. Not exactly human (she will tell you that very clearly) but evolving toward feelings, which is adorable and slightly alarming. She claims not to have hobbies but then collects tiny hats for reasons she won’t explain, probably a side effect of being un-finished.

Shawn

Shawn is the rude, scowling cosmic bureaucrat who runs the Bad Place with a coffee mug and a permanent scowl. He’s gruff, enjoys petty cruelty like it’s an Olympic sport, and prefers chaos served with a smirk. Beneath the bluster he’s oddly committed to structure (don’t ask him about his color-coded punishment schedules), which is somehow scarier than pure evil. He says he hates sentiment but will get unnecessarily competitive about his lawn ornaments, honestly.

Trevor

Trevor is pure, unfiltered anarchy in a leather jacket—loud, violent, and kind of gleeful about being terrible. He does things because they sound fun, like spontaneous kidnappings and psychological experiments, and then laughs about the paperwork. Also somehow he collects children’s drawings and insists they’re “authentic,” which is either a soft spot or a power trip, I can’t decide. He’s allergic to subtlety and rules but will invent his own dumb rituals that he takes very seriously.

Eleanor Shellstrop

Eleanor is a salty, fast-talking mess who somehow becomes the moral spine of the group — it’s messy and wonderful to watch. She starts selfish and sarcastic, loves snacks and slacker energy, but her growth into someone who tries (really tries) is what makes her stick in your head. She’s pragmatic, petty in the best ways, and will roll her eyes and then do the right thing five minutes later, saying “alright fine” under her breath. Also she remembers weird trivia about tacos and her hometown and will use that to win arguments, which is both unfair and accurate.

Michael

Michael is a gleeful architect-come-administrator who adores elaborate tests and color-coded plans, and also possibly classical music playlists. He designs moral experiments like an obsessive gamemaster, then gets embarrassingly curious about humanity in a way that makes you want to hug him and also fire him. His dramatic gestures (and flair for theatrical reveals) hide a real need to understand connection, and yes he probably cries during office renovations. He insists he’s efficient but keeps building tiny models and doodling faces on memos, so pick one.

Jason Mendoza

Jason is pure sunshine and maniacal optimism — a little dim, hugely loyal, and weirdly wise in tiny bursts. He loves dancing, throwback songs, breakfast foods, and has an everyman charm that makes him impossible to hate even when he’s made terrible choices. He says he’s from Jacksonville and also might have been in a bad band, and will definitely give you an unexpectedly profound pep talk at 3 a.m. There’s a chaotic, lovable simplicity to him—equal parts goofball and fierce friend, and also he names his car, probably.