Dollface follows Jules, a young woman figuring out life post-breakup. With her hilarious friends by her side, she rediscovers herself and the magic of female friendships. Packed with humor, heart and relatable moments, this show hits home. You’ll laugh, you’ll think and you might even say ‘wait, that’s me!’

Meet the characters from Dollface

Jeremy

Okay, Jeremy is that quietly earnest guy who somehow always looks like he just rolled out of a vintage record store — in a very specific, almost curated way. He’s sweet but awkward, the kind of person who apologizes to chairs and then gives you a playlist to make up for it. He’s supportive and steady and also infuriatingly flaky sometimes (like “forgot your birthday but brought three surprise tacos” level flaky). Low-key an old-soul with a ridiculous sneaker collection and a conspiracy theory about umbrellas.

Alison B.

Alison B. walks in like she owns the room and maybe she does? She’s sharp, witty, and has that buzzy, unapologetic energy that makes people either fall in love or roll their eyes — sometimes both. Secret hobby: collecting tiny ceramic animals and writing sternly motivational sticky notes to herself in the mirror. She’s fierce but soft in a way that sneaks up on you, and yes she absolutely has an off-brand candle that smells like “career moves.”

Cat Lady

The Cat Lady is peak chaotic, in the best possible sense — all purrs, mismatched socks, and sage bundles. She speaks in cat metaphors (obviously), gives surprisingly solid life advice, and owns a three-tiered cat-themed planner despite never sticking to plans. She claims to hate dogs but cries at one good boy commercial, and is inexplicably allergic to feathers? (maybe flustered memory, who knows). A walking riddle who bakes better than she presents herself.

Celeste

Celeste is the elegant hurricane — calm in a storm and then suddenly launching into very specific, very dramatic stories about a coffee order. She’s crisp, efficient, and secretly hoards motivational Post-its in a shoebox labeled “future me” (cute, I know). Can be coolly rational five minutes and wildly impulsive the next (like booking a spontaneous flight because a playlist made her nostalgic). She’s the friend who texts spreadsheets and fold-out maps, but also leaves heartfelt doodles on your napkin.

Colin

Colin is a walking sarcastic commentary with a soft center you have to poke to find, and he’ll roll his eyes at you while making you soup when you’re sad. Techy, a little smug about his trivia prowess, and somehow collects novelty mugs from places he’s never been. He’s full of dry one-liners and also, confusingly, really into candle-making on rainy Sundays — which he treats like a sacred ritual. You suspect he’s plotting something but also just forgot to plot his breakfast.

Wes

Wes gives off “broody friend with a sweater” energy but is secretly the most tender person in the room. Punctual to a fault (arrives seven minutes early and apologizes), deeply introspective, and will analyze your text messages like a crime scene detective. He’s dramatic about latte art and oddly philosophical about public transportation — in a poetic good way. Might be mysterious sometimes, then texts you a gif of a raccoon at 2 a.m. — I can’t explain him, I love him.

Madison

Madison is full-glam chaos in a power suit — equal parts influencer and corporate shark with a soft, baffling soft spot for karaoke ballads. She runs the room, has a signature laugh that doubles as a battle cry, and collects branding buzzwords like they’re Pokémon. Outwardly fierce but hides a drawer full of old mixtapes and worry beads, which I adore. She’ll give you a motivational speech and then eat fries in secret (low-key relatable).

Stella

Stella is the friend who smells like adventure and coconut sunscreen — always down for a last-minute road trip and somehow has a spare phone charger for everyone. She’s fashionable, a little chaotic, extremely loyal, and refuses to commit to one aesthetic (one week boho, the next very preppy, weirdly both). She gives advice like a tarot reader crossed with a life coach, and also cries very dramatically over TV commercials. Secretly organized? Maybe. Totally not organized? Also maybe.

Jules

Jules is chaotic nostalgia: a walking commentary of internal monologue, snark, and genuine heart. She’s sarcastic, a little self-sabotaging, but has this relentless hunger to figure herself out (and okay, she watches way too many rom-coms while eating cereal). She’s neurotic in the most lovable way — overthinks everything, then does something delightfully impulsive that makes you cheer. Has a messy apartment full of craft projects and unread self-help books and also can make a mean grilled cheese.

Izzy

Izzy is the loud, incandescent friend who bursts into the scene with one-liners and then somehow leaves a decade-long impression. Bold, messy, fiercely loyal, and probably knitting while arguing about a political theory — multitasker. She’s equal parts filter-less honesty and soft, accidental empathy; will savage you with truths and then bring you soup. Also slightly obsessive about true crime and definitely has a secret playlist of guilty pleasures.