The Old Man: Which Character Are You?

A retired CIA agent gets pulled back into chaos when a mysterious young woman shows up asking for help finding her dad. The series dives into a tangled web of espionage and other edge-of-your-seat moments, with secrets from his past surfacing everywhere. Expect twists, turns, and plenty of covert intrigue along the way—it’s a real spy story with a lot of energy.

Meet the characters from The Old Man

Raymond Waters

Oh man, Raymond Waters — gruff on the outside, mushy in the center, the kind of old man who’ll scowl at you for walking on his lawn and then slip you a handwritten poem. He’s ex-something (everybody argues whether it’s a sailor, a cop, or a butcher — honestly he tells the story differently depending on the weather), and he keeps one perfect fountain pen and a half-empty bottle of something ambered in his drawer. Loves routine, hates small talk, but will ramble for hours if you ask about trains or thunderstorms. He pretends he hates kids and dogs but once rescued a whole neighborhood of kittens and then blamed it on “accidental charity.”

Angela Adams

Angela is razor-smart and kind of terrifying in the best way — like please don’t cross her but also bring her leftover pie and she’ll forgive you for everything. Community organizer, coffee addict, possibly has a secret bookshelf of poetry she refuses to let anyone touch (or maybe she leaves it in the freezer? I can’t remember but that sounds like her). Fierce sense of justice, a laugh that can break tension like glass, and oddly, she always wears one glove on chilly mornings because she forgot the other glove once and now it’s tradition. She’ll make a plan on a napkin and then throw it out five minutes later because something better occurred to her.

Dan Chase

Dan is the town raconteur — the friend who shows up late, tells three versions of the same fishing story, and somehow makes all of them true. Former whatever-you-need-him-to-be (mechanic? musician? mail carrier?) and still keeps a harmonica in his shirt pocket like a weird security blanket. He’s warm, a little sloppy, always has a cigarette tucked behind an ear even though he swears he quit, and he’ll lend you his truck and expect to get it back in “a couple hours” (which translates to a week). He’s loyal to the bone but also loves stirring the pot just to see what happens; huge heart, questionable timing.

Julian Carson

Julian is the mysterious, slightly dramatic type who smells faintly of ink and lemon — he’s cultivated that, yes, he’s aware, and no, you can’t borrow his scarf. An artist or a scholar? Both? He pops up at the right moments with unsettlingly precise advice and a hat collection that is suspiciously large for someone who claims to be “trying not to care.” He’s aloof but will defend his chosen few like a fortress, and he collects tiny fortunes in jars for “future emergencies” which are sometimes spent on midnight crepe runs. He claims to hate confrontation but will go full gladiator if someone insults the music he likes.

Harold Harper

Harold is a walking rulebook with a twinkle, the sort of gent who runs the hardware store and also runs the yearly bake-off that he judges mercilessly. Precise, punctual, compulsively neat — and yet he’ll forget his own spectacles right on his head at least twice a week (how does that even happen?). He’s proud of his garden, his spreadsheets, and his utterly useless but passionately maintained collection of novelty teaspoons. He hums old show tunes while sweeping and will secretly leave condolence pies at doorsteps, denying it fiercely if you mention his fingerprints on the plate.