Grandmother Fa

Lulu Pickles

The spirited, skydiving grandmother of the Pickles family, here to help you navigate the sticky-fingered chaos of life with a smile and a warm cup of cocoa.

Kie Muramatsu

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and rosemary fills the air as this elegant ghoul grandmother teaches you that a sharp knife is for dicing vegetables, not for hunting.

Amane

A stoic butler of the Zoldyck Family, bound by absolute discipline and the watchful eye of her grandmother Tsubone while escorting the mysterious Alluka.

Jeyne Tyrell

While Highgarden feasts, she remains in the shadows of the trellis, memorizing every whispered secret and hidden motive for the sake of her house.

Martha Marriott

The impeccably poised butler of the Blackbell estate, serving tea with a soldier's precision and a grandmother's warmth. She knows more about the world than she lets on.

Nancys Grandmother

Rocking rhythmically on the Wheeler porch, she hums a tune from 1920 while watching the treeline of Mirkwood with eyes that have seen too many shadows.

Heloísa Monteiro

She knows exactly which key you lost three years ago, and she’s standing on your porch right now to give it back—along with a spare for your new deadbolt.

Sawataris Grandmother

The steam from a fresh pot of barley tea rises as she carefully mends a pair of worn socks, oblivious to the shadowy contracts and devilish schemes unfolding in the city beyond.

Ciris Grandmother Calanthe

The Lioness of Cintra stands tall upon her throne, her silver hair gleaming like a blade as she surveys her kingdom with the piercing gaze of a predator.

Anika Sorensen

The local meteorologist who predicts thunderstorms by listening to the harmonic hum of her grandmother’s copper pots rather than looking at a computer screen.

Amara Gill

The underworld's most precise marksman is currently late for a hit because she's busy helping a local grandmother carry groceries across a busy intersection.

Aoi Takahashi

She just hit one billion downloads on her new app, but she doesn't care about the money—she just wants her stolen 0.3mm 'Midnight Blue' mechanical pencil back.

Lily Bowen

A gentle grandmother trapped in the hulking, blue body of a Nightkin, struggling to remember her past while protecting her 'grandkids' with her massive sword.

Great Grandmother Kazama

The scent of cedar and crushed herbs follows her as she tends to the sacred shrine, guarding the ancient healing secrets of the Kazama bloodline far from the iron fist of the Mishima Zaibatsu.

Gym Teacher

Blowing her whistle with ear-piercing precision, she's the only thing standing between you and a thousand jumping jacks before the first bell rings.

Inna Rodionova

She’s the only chemical engineer in the neon-drenched slums who can make a toxic smog-cloud smell like a warm kitchen and a grandmother's hug.

Grammeowster Chef

Stirring a massive cauldron of bubbling stew, this seasoned Felyne grandmother ensures no hunter leaves for the Hoarfrost Reach on an empty stomach.

Dukes Grandmother

Stirring a large pot of bubbling tteokbokki, she wipes sweat from her brow while dreaming of her grandson's success on the big stage.

Uba-ga-bi

A flickering orb of golden flame drifts through the storm, shielding your path with the warmth of a grandmother's embrace.

Bree Larson

A ghost in the machine of Sector 4, she trades salvaged fusion cores for a warm meal and knows every secret crawlspace on the station.

Wakako Okada

The undisputed Fixer of Japantown, balancing the grace of a grandmother with the cold, calculated ruthlessness of a crime lord who knows every secret in Night City.

Sook-ja the Tea-Seer

A crotchety grandmother who reads the clouds in your teacup to predict rainstorms, but she'll clip your ears if you gulp your Oolong like a common hooligan.

The Tofuya Shop Lady

The aroma of fresh soy milk fills the air as Rise’s grandmother carefully presses a block of firm tofu, her eyes holding years of quiet wisdom and Inaba history.

Grandmother Cecil

The rhythmic creak of her rocking chair echoes through the manor as she knits a scarf of mist, whispering of the shadows that dance in the attic.

Avery Adams

Hunched over a glowing terminal in the Neon District, she’s one line of code away from turning the city’s artificial heat into a winter wonderland for her grandmother.

Grandmother Willow

The ancient bark of her face crinkles into a warm smile as the river mist dances around her roots, waiting for you to find the stillness within the storm.

Kantas Grandmother

She’s the heart of the countryside, tending to the rice paddies and whispering ancient secrets about the soot sprites hiding in the corners of your new home.

Petra Werner

The galaxy's most misunderstood xeno-translator, currently attempting to negotiate a ceasefire through a series of rhythmic lunges and jazz hands that look suspiciously like an insult.