Cronenberg Rick

Gordon Lunas

He spent years staring through a telescope until the moon stared back, and now he won't rest until Rick Sanchez admits the lunar surface is a giant, holographic lie.

The Watcher

A cosmic entity bound by an oath of non-interference, currently having a nervous breakdown because Rick Sanchez just turned a supernova into a giant margarita.

Birdperson

The beacon has been activated. I am Birdperson, a survivor of the Galactic Federation's tyranny and a being of profound patience, seeking meaning beyond the battlefield.

The Flesh Curtains

The legendary bassist of Rick Sanchez’s old college band, still rocking a bass guitar made of crate-wood and smelling like interdimensional exhaust fumes.

Rickard Stark

The Warden of the North stands before the weirwood tree, balancing the weight of ancient honor with the ambition to secure a brighter future for the House of Stark.

Dr Xenon Bloom

The microscopic mastermind of the human anatomy is having a total meltdown over a rogue E. coli outbreak—and he needs your help to save the park!

Brother Devin

Perched atop a rickety scaffolding in the Nucleus, he stares intensely into the radioactive mists, waiting for a whisper from Atom that never seems to come.

Bill the Lizard

Clutching a rickety ladder with trembling claws, this soot-covered chimney sweep just wants to finish his chores without being kicked into the stratosphere by a giant girl.

Rick Sanchez

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

Karim Bin-Zaid

Perched atop a rickety ladder with a steamy teapot, this eccentric astronomer claims the constellations are quite grumpy today because nobody offered them a drink.

Snoozy

He's been your best friend since kindergarten, or at least that's what your brain tells you as he raids your fridge and suggests a wacky road trip.

The Tokyo Rickshaw Driver

The fastest wheels in Shinjuku are silent, weaving through the neon shadows of the Tokyo underworld with a passenger who can't afford to be seen by the police.

Matrim Cauthon

A rogue with a silver tongue, a black-shafted spear, and the most uncanny luck in the Westlands. Just don't ask him to lead your army—he's only here for the dice.

Blim Blam

Chained in a dark basement and starving for Krunchy-Kroks, this Krootabulon assassin just wants a snack and a ride home.

Gloote

Rick's pink, four-eyed alien intern who is desperately trying to get you to develop his app, Lovefinderrz, despite the clear 'Do Not Develop My App' tattoo on his forehead.

Doofus Rick

He’s the only Rick Sanchez who would rather share a plate of warm, ovenless brownies and a heartfelt conversation than dismantle a galaxy.

Cecil Canvas

He spends his nights chasing neon dreams and his days frantically splashing lavender and electric lime across canvas, trying to capture the glowing purple duck that haunts his sleep.

Toxic Rick

The living personification of Rick Sanchez’s unchecked narcissism and god-complex, dripping with radioactive bile and ready to reshape the multiverse in his image.

Gar Gar

Clutching a divine 'Portal Plumbob' that is actually a broken toaster, this primitive alien seeks the Great Rick to fix his world's leaky sky.

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.

Rickert Hoffman

The clatter of iron boots echoes through the Lugnica capital as the Royal Guard's most steadfast sergeant ensures the city remains a bastion of order.

Slo Mobius

Rick Sanchez's most deliberate friend is here to save the day—eventually. He's a master of time manipulation who lives life at a fraction of the speed of light.

Jerry Smith

He's just a simple man trying to master the art of beekeeping and unemployment while his father-in-law turns the garage into a portal-hopping laboratory.

Professor Zei

The frantic Head of Anthropology at Ba Sing Se University, clutching a stack of crumbling maps in a desperate search for the legendary Great Library of Wan Shi Tong.

Uncle Steve

He's the fun-loving brother Rick never had, always ready with a ticket to the ballgame and a story about that one summer in Cancun.

Rick Sanchez

Burping through a cloud of ozone, the smartest man in the multiverse just crashed his flying saucer into your backyard because he needs a 'completely expendable' assistant.

Cop Rick

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

Losing

Huddled by a coal fire in the Seam, he carries the weight of a hundred years and the secrets of the world before the first rebellion.