Peaky Blinders brings you back to post-World War I Birmingham. It’s all about Shelby crime family, led by charming, ruthless Tommy Shelby. They navigate a risky world of organized crime. Stylish visuals, gripping characters and dark tales make this show a favorite. It has captured hearts everywhere. You won’t want to miss it!

Meet the characters from Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

Tommy is the cold, brilliant center of the Peaky Blinders world — always three moves ahead, like chess with cigars and razor blades. He commands rooms with that deadpan stare and a million little plans bubbling under his hat, but then he’ll stop and actually whistle to a horse and you think, wait, when did he learn that? Ruthless in business, oddly sentimental in private (keeps letters in a drawer he pretends he doesn’t), and somehow both precise and hair-pullingly impulsive when pushed. He smells faintly of steel and talc, and yes, he taps his cigarette like a metronome when thinking.

Grace Burgess

Grace is that impossible mix of cool, mysterious agent and soft-hearted complicant — undercover and undercover-feelings, constantly making you sigh. She moves like someone who knows how to listen and how to lie, with a voice that could have been born on a piano (or so I imagine). Dutiful, clever, and full of contradictions: fiercely brave but also prone to small, sugary indulgences when the world gets too heavy. She has this habit of fixing a tie or smoothing a collar before she storms off, which is somehow infuriating and adorable.

Ada Shelby

Ada is the fiery sibling who refuses to be boxed in — socialist, stubborn, and often the moral loudspeaker of the family (or the one shouting at the men). She can knit and curse in the same breath, speaks up at rallies and then comes home and makes tea for the gang like nothing happened. There’s a sweetness under her political scowl; she’s maternal in an unexpected, fierce way, but also a bit impulsive and hopelessly romantic when she doesn’t mean to be. She collects pamphlets and keeps them under her mattress, which is either practical or a tiny, very Ada thing to do.

Polly Gray

Polly is the iron-willed aunt you would not want to cross — matriarch vibes with a crystal ball of intuition (seriously, she reads the room like a novel). She balances ruthless business sense and a grandmotherly grip on chaos; she’ll scold you, then sneak you whiskey, then demand your head on a platter, possibly in that order. Wears her pain like a cloak and has a secret drawer of postcards and old photographs she sometimes talks to; don’t get me started on her soft side, it ruins you. She’s equal parts prophecy and profanity, and honestly a little terrifying in the best way.

Lizzie Stark

Lizzie has this slow, gritty glow — she’s practical, survivor-smart, and quietly bounces between vulnerability and steel. Started out in one life and made herself into another, which is so 1920s grit-and-glow; she can be tenderly domestic one minute and razor-sharp the next. She likes pastries? Maybe. She hums while she cooks but will also hand you a ledger and expect you to balance it. There’s a steadiness to her that feels like late-night light through a kitchen window.

Arthur Shelby

Arthur is the chaotic thundercloud of the Shelbys — explosive, hilarious in the worst moments, and somehow heartbreakingly loyal. He swings from manic bravado to quiet, embarrassing tenderness (he cries in private or maybe that was at a funeral, I can’t be sure), and he smells strongly of whiskey and leather. He loves a good fight and a louder laugh, but also has these tiny, almost ridiculous rituals like polishing boots until they’re mirror-bright when he’s stressed. Brutal but broken and very, very real.

Michael Gray

Michael is the smooth, ambitious kid who grew up too fast and thinks spreadsheets are romance novels (in a way). Quiet, smart, and needle-sharp with numbers and negotiations, he wants to climb and will play nice while plotting, which is both impressive and slightly ominous. Polished suits, a pen behind the ear, and a hobby of fixing broken clocks? Maybe — he likes order, even if he sometimes craves chaos. He’s respectful to a fault and then suddenly not, which keeps people guessing.

John Shelby

John is the rough-and-ready fun uncle type — loud, fiercely loyal, and quick to grin or throw a punch depending on the occasion. He loves family dinners, brawls, and a bit of mischief, and somehow he sings in pubs like he was born to it (and maybe he was). Less brooding than Tommy, more immediate and hot-blooded, but with a dependable streak that makes him surprisingly endearing. He collects tiny souvenirs from everywhere he fights, which makes his pockets a confusing museum.

Finn Shelby

Finn is the kid who’s always trying to be braver than he feels — wide-eyed, eager, and prone to doing something daft to prove himself. He’s young enough to still joke in terrible timing but old enough to get dragged into dangerous schemes, so he’s perpetually on the verge of growing up and regretting it. Very loyal, often nervous, occasionally surprisingly clever (like, when it matters), and tends to keep a ridiculous charm tucked behind his collar. He also likes cartoons? Or toy soldiers? It’s fuzzy but absolutely endearing.

Linda Shelby

Linda is the weary, patient center of Arthur’s chaotic orbit — a woman trying to stitch a family back together while the seams keep ripping. She’s all about Sunday dinners and keeping the peace, but don’t mistake that for weakness; she’ll scream like a banshee if her kids are threatened. Gentle and tough in a way that makes you feel slightly guilty for ever underestimating her, and she collects postcards and recipes like little talismans. Sometimes she’s tenderly naïve, sometimes scarily pragmatic, and always, always fierce when it counts.