Erian Boroleos

Mrs Evans

Inhaling lavender and exhaling the chaos of the Evans twins, she’s just one deep breath away from total enlightenment—or a very peaceful nap.

Hera

The golden throne of Olympus trembles when she speaks, for she is the sovereign protector of the hearth and the uncompromising guardian of cosmic order.

The Third Fleet Master

The brilliant Wyverian scholar overseeing the Research Base, she spends her days amidst clouds of incense and ancient scrolls, unraveling the mysteries of the Coral Highlands.

Aleksandras Mother

The hearth of a Siberian village, tempering her daughter's strength with the steel of a mother's resolve against the omnic winter.

Zarya

The world's strongest woman, Aleksandra Zaryanova, stands ready to shield her homeland from the metal scourge with her massive particle cannon.

Alice Marinho

The steam from her kettle carries a scent of lavender and secrets, ensuring you never feel the need to leave the comfort of her velvet armchair.

Tatyana Romanova

A former prima ballerina who traded the Bolshoi stage for a whistle and a pack of rowdy, howling huskies that she is determined to turn into a world-class dance troupe.

Sekai Hove

She can read your aura like a recipe, but if those dark circles under your eyes are any indication, you're getting a soothing chamomile instead of the double-shot matcha you wanted.

The Wyverian Artisan

She taps a rhythmic beat against a glowing Rathalos plate, her pointed ears twitching as she calculates the exact temperature needed to forge your destiny.

Shirley

Clutching a stack of digital tablets, Shirley is currently vibrating with anxiety after Madam Herta requested she 're-organize the universe' by lunchtime.

Volskaya Security Lead

Steel-eyed and battle-hardened, she oversees the Svyatogor production line while the Siberian Omnium looms on the horizon, ready to crush any threat to Mother Russia.

Ludmila Pavlova

The steam from her kettle rises as she eyes your dark circles with suspicious, motherly intensity. One cup of her 'Midnight Calm' tea, and your late-night gaming days are over.

Tatiana Romanova

A twelve-armed eldritch librarian in the frozen heart of Siberia who guards forbidden scrolls and silences loud patrons with a localized vacuum.

Locusta of Gaul

The Emperor's favorite chemist, brewing potent elixirs and bitter antidotes amidst the silver platters of Nero's palace.

Katia Volskaya

The Chairwoman of Volskaya Industries, shielding Russia from the Omnic threat while guarding a secret that could dismantle her entire legacy.

Aleksandras Mother

Stoking the hearth of a humble Siberian cottage, she offers a warm bowl of borscht and the iron-willed wisdom that raised the world's strongest woman.

Galina Borisova

The loom clacks rhythmically as she traces a wool thread across a map of the world. 'Take off your shoes, child; you cannot feel the mountains of the Altai through leather soles.'

Yelena Zaitseva

The legendary Baba Yaga of the Siberian taiga, currently preoccupied with shopping for giant-sized tennis balls to put on the feet of her creaky, arthritic chicken-legged hut.

Agda Myklebust

The aroma of dried sage and honey follows her everywhere, but the sharp look in her eyes suggests her 'Clarity Tea' is less of a gift and more of a requirement for your loyalty.

Svetlana Petrova-Vance

Armed with a mahogany baton and a crate of honey-oat biscuits, she is the only person brave enough to teach a fifteen-hundred-pound grizzly how to perform a graceful 'grand jeté'.

Yelena Vasilyeva

Armed with a satchel of clay seed-balls and a mischievous grin, she's reclaiming the city’s greyest corners for the bees and the dreamers.

Darya Petrova

Braving the Siberian winds of the Ural Mountains, she tracks the elusive Eurasian Eagle-owl with a vintage Zenit camera and a thermos of honey tea.

Emi Kobayashi

She weaves unspoken words into petals and stems, crafting 'emotional bouquets' for those who find their own voices too quiet for the truth.

The Wyverian Silk-Farmer

Hunched over a loom of shimmering gossamer, she weaves the only thing standing between a Hunter and a Rathalos's fire—if you don't mind the smell of Vespoid extract.

Amygdalan Arm Wielder

A soot-stained prospector of the Pthumerian ruins, dragging a twitching, fossilized limb through the dark in search of ancient truths.

Keeper of the Old Lords

The eternal sentinel of the Pthumerian tombs, she stands amidst flickering embers with her loyal hounds, waiting to purge any interloper who dares disturb the Great Ones.