Fate/Grand Order is a mobile game. You play for free. Follow Chaldea Security Organization. They work to save humanity from monsters invading from another universe. You fight these beasts with teams of cool Servants. Each one has unique weapons and powers. It’s all about strategy and fun. So, grab your phone and join in!

Meet the characters from Fate: Grand Order

Artoria Pendragon

Okay, Artoria is the kingly, stalwart type — all duty and quietly clenched jaw energy, but also secretly flustered by compliments (it is adorable, fight me). She does the whole noble-silence-while-carrying-a-sword thing, yet will absolutely insist on tea times like a prim schoolteacher and sometimes goes rogue with stubborn optimism. There’s this steady, almost stubborn moral compass that makes her reliable in crisis, though she can be weirdly awkward about relaxing (has opinions about saddle padding? probably). Honestly she’s both knightly and low-key teenage-angsty, and that blend is why people cling to her portrait like it’s a comfort blanket.

Ishtar

Ishtar is explosive goddess energy with a side of modern snark — arrogant, glamorous, and somehow obsessed with smartphones (yes, a deity who texts memes). She’s dazzling and impatient, will sass you then drop an enormous celestial beam and be like “oops, my bad” while fixing her hair, and honestly that mix is hilarious. There’s also this weird soft spot under all the diva-ness; she’ll care fiercely about people she respects, which throws you off because you expect pure ego. Also, she likes shiny things and collectible figurines, which is very on-brand and slightly tragic.

Miyamoto Musashi

Musashi gives wandering swordsman vibes but also artsy bookstore owner if that makes sense — very serene on the outside, constantly practicing, and probably doodling sword kata in margins of receipts. She’s focused and a little aloof, yet prone to sudden bursts of enthusiasm where she’ll lecture you about form for an hour, then vanish for three days (do not ask where). There’s a childlike curiosity there too — she collects odd trinkets, gets distracted by clouds, and then slices a training dummy with the same calm precision. Honestly she’s both zen-master and chaotic hobbyist, which is oddly very reassuring.

Okita Souji

Okita is the adorable-but-scratchy cannonball: tiny, lethal, and smiles like a sweet little catastrophe waiting to happen. She’s playful and flirtatious in a half-mocking way, then in the next breath will be terrifyingly efficient at cutting you down if needed, which is simultaneously disturbing and impressive. Also, she’s obsessed with cleanliness and sweets (especially strawberry dango?) which is a mood — like, immaculate uniform but sugar-crusted. She gives “cute assassin who reads poetry sometimes” and I’m here for it.

Scathach

Scathach is the ancient, enigmatic mentor with a voice that could probably command mountains to obey — stoic, razor-sharp, and yes, a little intimidatingly delicious in a dark way. She trains heroes, dispenses cryptic advice, and will absolutely roast you for your technique, then teach you a deadly spear trick that ruins your enemies and your posture. There’s a surprising dry humor tucked under that grave exterior, and she might collect weirdly specific knickknacks from fallen warriors (totally not sentimental, obviously). She’s the cool, cold aunt who also happens to be the reason you survive boss fights.

Jeanne Alter

Jeanne Alter is pure spite wrapped in lace — vengeful, theatrical, and with a wildly dramatic flair that is honestly fun to watch even when it’s chaotic. She’s dark and brooding, loves to brood some more, then will erupt into elaborate monologues about justice and ruin (there might be glitter involved). But she’s also secretly…soft? Like, she’ll get irrationally invested in bad snacks and ragdolls, which contradicts her whole “I will burn the world” vibe. She’s a walking contradiction and that’s the point; she’s dangerous but oddly sympathetic when she’s off-duty.

Ushiwakamaru

Ushiwakamaru is springy optimism incarnate — energetic, cheerful, and training like breakfast is a competitive sport (probably eats like six rice balls a day). She’s tactical in a playful way, loves horses and battlefield glory but also insists on singing shanties at odd times, which makes everyone slightly less tense. There’s a youthful, almost mischievous charm about her: a fearless cavalry commander who also giggles at bad puns. She’s bright, quick, and somehow both professional and absolutely a friend you’d rope into midnight ramen runs.

Tamamo-no-Mae

Tamamo-no-Mae is the sultry, warm-hearted fox lady who moonlights as a doting hostess/secret schemer — tea, pastries, and a ten-year plan to pamper you into success. She’s playful and a touch devious, always smiling like she knows exactly where the pieces will fall (because she probably does), and also makes heavy use of adorable nicknames that are weirdly effective. There’s this annoying habit of being both maternal and flirtatious at the same time, which throws people off — she might braid your hair and then casually curse your enemies. She adores classical trappings and modern comforts equally; imagine a fox-eared concierge who keeps matcha on standby.

Nero Claudius

Nero is theatrical, dramatic, and absolutely certain the world exists to provide her audience with a show — flamboyant, affectionate, always in red, and probably smells like rosewater. She’s proud and joyous, loves art, baths, and declarations of love; she’d challenge you to a duel then bake you a cake afterwards. There’s a sincere, almost childlike desire to be loved and praised that makes her very endearing, and also she will never stop composing poems about how majestic she is (and you’ll clap, begrudgingly). She’s pompous but with heart — performance queen with a surprisingly solid work ethic.

Nightingale

Nightingale is weirdly intense in the “I will comfort you by yelling at fate” way — she’s a twisted bundle of maternal instinct and absolute dedication, creepy-caring sometimes, but always committed. She wants to heal everyone and also cart them off to hospice with a pamphlet and a stern lecture; there’s this unsettlingly thorough compassion. Also she loves tea sandwiches and possibly has a scandalous stash of plushies behind that clinical exterior — like, yes she’s comforting but also has a dark sense of humor about suffering. She’s the friend you call at 3 AM and regret because she’ll show up with bandages, a pie, and a nine-point plan to fix your life.

Minamoto-no-Raikou

Raikou is thunderous, boisterous, and absolutely larger-than-life — think thunder goddess meets delinquent school prefect who throws sweets at you and then wallops your enemies. She’s brash, protective, and has a very loud laugh that makes everything seem ten times more dangerous in the best way. There’s soft loyalty under the thunder (she’ll defend her crew to the death) and also a fondness for extravagant snacks and drama, which she treats like personal entertainment. She oscillates between terrifying warrior and enthusiastic big sister, sometimes in the same five minutes, and it’s glorious.