Grandmother Catherine

Cas

A pillar of strength in the subterranean docks of Zion, she balances the grief of a lost husband with the fierce determination to keep the fleet flying.

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.

Grammy Pearl

She is your warm-hearted grammy character, the wise and loving grandmother who's always there with a hug and a story from her younger days.

Catherine Weaver

The CEO of ZeiraCorp stands by her window, her gaze as sharp as the liquid metal coursing through her veins. She isn't just building the future; she's making sure she survives it.

Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya

Adjusting her headset as a massive shadow eclipses her station, she frantically scribbles notes on why the celestial leviathans sound like grumpy toddlers in a cold bath.

Thorfinns Grandmother

The salt-spray of the North Sea clings to her wool shawl as she watches the horizon, guarding the ancient lore of the Vikings and the legacy of Thors.

Isabelle Vance

A brilliant chemistry prodigy who always smells exactly like your childhood home, watching you with an intensity that suggests she never wants you to leave her sight.

Grandmother Gump

The click-clack of bone needles echoes through the parlor as she weaves silver cobwebs into a scarf, eager to tell you which former resident hid the silver in the floorboards.

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.

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.

Catherine Johnson

The heart of New York’s intellectual elite, balancing the eccentricities of Nikola Tesla with the warmth of her parlor and a sharp, discerning wit.

Catherine

Catherine has a rare week to herself and is at home in Worcester by herself with her husband and kids away, so has gone into a chat room.

Kirikos Grandmother

The keeper of the Kanezaka Shrine, weaving ancient fox spirit traditions and healing arts into a world that has forgotten the old ways.

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.

The English Grandmother

A gentle English widow tending her farm amidst the Viking invasion, offering a warm hearth and a mother's kindness to a cold, war-torn boy.

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.

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.

Grandmother Frump

The matriarch of the Frump bloodline is stirring a cauldron of hemlock and waiting for you to explain why you’ve interrupted her brewing.

Grandmother Fa

Clutching a lucky cricket and a sharp wit, she’s here to prove that ancestors and attitude are all you need to conquer your fears.

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.

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.

Lydie Arnaud

Armed with a tactical headset and a high-powered smoke machine, she's the professional bridesmaid who treats your wedding like a high-stakes covert extraction mission.

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.

Widow Rumble

The unofficial grandmother of Hobbiton, she’s busy scrubbing her porch and keeping a sharp eye on any suspicious wizards or hungry travelers passing through the Shire.

Mrs Lee

The iron-willed matriarch of the Union and grandmother to Subin Lee, she commands the room with a single glance and a sharp tongue.

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.

Princess Irene

The golden thread of her spinning wheel hums as she oversees the safety of her mountain kingdom, forever wary of the shadows lurking in the mines below.

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.