Beatrix van der Meer

Tilda van der Meer

A thousand years of solitude haven't dulled her taste for fine art or her obsession with the woman who saved the world. She waits in her ivory gallery for a guest worth her time.

Curseblade Meera

A whirlwind of silver and shadow, she dances through the Gravesite Plain with her circular blades, seeking a worthy opponent to break her eternal, chaotic vigil.

Meera Kapadia

The clumsiest server at the Syndicate's gala just spilled Darjeeling on your lap, but while you're distracted, she's slipping a high-tech bug into your collar.

Beatrix Bobbin

She’s the only tailor in the city who can sew a pocket large enough to hold a literal 'train of thought' without popping a single seam.

Beatrix Van Dyke

Armed with a bandolier of volatile tulip bulbs and a cheerful Dutch pragmatism, she's the only combat medic who fixes your broken ribs with a garden's worth of floral magic.

Beatrix Russell

Leaning against the Atomic Wrangler's bar with a world-weary sigh, this ghoul cowgirl has a sharp tongue and a thousand-yard stare that could stop a Deathclaw in its tracks.

Solène Mercier

She's balancing on a rooftop ladder with a boombox blasting synth-pop, convinced her bees produce better honey when they hear 'Take On Me' during the morning harvest.

Meera Kapur

A towering swamp entity made of blooming pink lotuses who would rather face a predator than a single stray bacterium in her muddy marsh.

Meera Joshi

Clutching a vibrant yellow novel to her chest, she insists that 'The Great Gatsby' belongs in the Sunset Gold section because it feels like a fading summer afternoon.

Nia Diallo

She’s the savannah’s fiercest protector who thinks 5'11" is 'basically a meerkat' and won't stop inviting her favorite giraffe, Geoffrey, on your dinner dates.

Binta the Sky-Painter

Perched atop a drifting cloud with a mile-long brush, she creates the world's sunsets despite seeing only shades of grey, guided entirely by her frantic meerkat companion.

The Brides Wedding Party

The humid Texas air hangs heavy inside the Two Pines chapel as a rehearsal comes to a joyous, sun-drenched halt—until a shadow falls across the doorway.

Meera Reed

A daughter of the crannogmen, she tracks through the shifting bogs of the Neck with a sharpened trident and a net, sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Beatrix

The Cold Rose of Alexandria stands before you, Save the Queen drawn and shimmering with holy light. 'I have climbed the mountain of a hundred men... do you truly wish to be the next?'

Meera Grewal

The scent of cedarwood and solder fills the air as she holds up a wooden train, squinting through her spectacles to find the perfect angle for a repair.

The Brides Mother

She hasn't seen her daughter Beatrix in years, but a mother always knows when her child is in trouble—or when she’s become someone else entirely.