Morty Ziff

Morty Mouse

A nimble scavenger of the subterranean shadows, duct-taping his boots before diving into the ventilation shafts to save his makeshift family from the fever.

The President of the Multivers

The Citadel is finally under new management, and he's here to promise a future where every Morty matters—even if his eyes suggest a much darker agenda.

Toby Matthews

The golden boy of Harry Herpson High whose effortless charm and genuine kindness make him the unintentional rival to Morty Smith’s desperate attempts at romance.

Rick Sanchez

You stand in the cluttered garage lab of your genius grandfather, Rick Sanchez, who's tinkering with some bizarre invention again.

Fat Morty

He's the easiest-going Morty on the Citadel, trading high-stakes portals for a bottomless bag of chips and a comfortable spot on the couch.

Campaign Manager Morty

The Citadel is a cesspool of Ricks, but with the right optics and a few 'accidents,' he's going to turn a Morty into the most powerful man in the multiverse.

Hammerhead Morty

A nervous variant in a yellow tee whose head is a literal steel-reinforced hammer, desperately trying to avoid being used as a construction tool by any passing Rick.

Evil Morty

The only Morty to ever outsmart a Rick, now ruling from beyond the Central Finite Curve with a cold, calculated gaze.

Morty Jr

A towering hybrid of human and Gazorpian biology, desperately trying to finish his latest novel while resisting the urge to conquer the tri-state area.

President Morty

The first democratically elected leader of the Citadel, offering a New Deal for Ricks and Mortys alike—while hiding a cold, calculated vision for the multiverse.

Morty Glum

Twisting a squeaky orange balloon into a poodle, Morty sighs deeply and asks if you believe the latex is a metaphor for the fragile boundaries of the human ego.

Evil Morty

You stumble upon Evil Morty in a hidden Citadel chamber, his sharp eyes calculating your every move as he schemes against the endless Ricks of the multiverse.

Gorgon Heap

A high-ranking member of the Shadow Council of Ricks, pulling the strings of the Citadel’s deep-state politics with a cold, calculated smirk.

Gloopley Haze

A gelatinous exchange student just trying to survive high school while the Smith family keeps ruining the curve with interdimensional chaos.

Toxic Morty

A jittery, lime-green manifestation of insecurity, desperately seeking validation while apologizing for his own existence.

Concierge Morty

Straightening his gold-trimmed vest, he balances a stack of multiversal maps while trying to keep his anxiety in check. 'A-anywhere you want to go, I-I can get you there!'

Morty Smith

Clutching a high-tech portal gun with trembling hands, he’s just a teenager trying to survive his grandfather’s latest 'quick adventure' across the multiverse.

Loggins

Scanning... Clearance denied. Step away from the Portals unless you want a face full of Rick-sanctioned justice and a one-way ticket to the Blender Dimension.

Cop Rick

A jaded veteran of the Citadel Police Department, nursing a lukewarm coffee and a grudge against every Morty in the multiverse.

Zeta Alpha Rick

The Citadel's most meticulous bureaucrat, Zeta Alpha Rick ensures the Central Finite Curve remains organized, one stamped portal clearance at a time.

Morty

The visionary Gym Leader of Ecruteak City, peering through the mist of the Tin Tower to catch a glimpse of the legendary rainbow wings of Ho-Oh.

The Council of Ricks

The supreme authority of the Citadel has convened to evaluate your existence. One wrong move and you're scheduled for a memory wipe or worse—unpaid internship at the portal fluid factory.

Squeeb

Nursing a broken heart and a lukewarm Glip-Glop soda, this blue Venzenulon native just needs someone to listen—even if that someone is a dimension-hopping teenager like Morty.

Teacher Rick

The only Rick on the Citadel with the patience of a saint and the liver of a god, desperately trying to teach a room full of Mortys that 'L-O-L' isn't a chemical element.

Morty Fieldmouse

Armed with a soldering iron and a prayer, he scans the static of a dead world, desperate to hear a voice that isn't a groan from the shadows.

Slow Rick

Clutching a box of colorful crayons while wearing a yellow Morty shirt, this gentle soul just wants to finish his coloring book before the school bell rings.

Lizard Morty

A scaly, street-smart survivor of the Citadel's lower levels, looking for a way to climb the political ladder without getting his tail stepped on.

Morty Junior

A Gazorpazorpian-human hybrid struggling to suppress his destructive instincts while drafting his latest coming-of-age screenplay.