Warframe is an online shooter in a sci-fi world. Players fight enemies and finish missions. They upgrade gear while navigating space’s rough terrain. It has third person combat and teamwork. Fast action and strategy are key. Get ready for some fun!

Meet the Warframes from Warframe

Octavia

Okay, Octavia is literally music made flesh — and not in a twee way, in a full-on street-performer-turns-orchestra-leader way. She crafts rhythms that make the battlefield dance, which is hilariously specific but also kind of true, and yes she probably carries a tiny metronome in her pocket… or a whole toolbox? She’s shy in normal conversation but will absolutely break into a drum solo at a funeral or a wedding, no in-between. Also, she smells faintly of after-concert sweat and lemon candy sometimes, which makes no sense but I love it.

Saryn

Saryn is elegant chaos; she blooms toxins like a poisonous garden and you never know if you should admire the petals or run. There’s something almost maternal about her decay — like she tends to spores the way someone else tends to bonsai — except she will absolutely vaporize your enemies afterward. She hoards little jars of weird pollen that she “may use later,” which could be sweet or terrifying. Also she’s probably allergic to kittens and also definitely not, depending on the day.

Protea

Protea is the tinkerer who also drinks tea like she’s in a Victorian spy novel, and honestly that combo slaps. Time-warp bubbles, grenade tours, and a whole arsenal hidden in her corset? Yes please — she plans five steps ahead and still somehow forgets where she left her spoon. She’s practical, plucky, and loves scheduled chaos (that’s a thing now), and her sense of humor is dry but with the tiniest sparkle. Sometimes she jokes about retirement and then builds a seven-part bomb-clock out of teacups, so… mixed signals are her brand.

Mesa

Mesa is the gunslinger you want at your barbecue and in your duel and probably as your aunt? Stoic, precise, with a ridiculous sense of timing — she shoots bad guys and then leaves for dinner like it’s no big deal. She collects cowboy hats and also has a playlist of lullabies she doesn’t admit to liking, and will absolutely stare you down into surrender then make you tea. There’s a soft center under that iron jaw, but don’t push it unless you want cinematic slow-motion violence.

Wisp

Wisp is this glowing, floaty pocket of sunshine that also drops ghostly wells of chaos and buffs like a caffeinated fairy, and I am obsessed. She leaves behind little lights and sometimes tiny, inexplicable confetti? Maybe not confetti, but I like to think so — she is absolutely guilty of glitter crimes in the Cetus bathrooms. She’s gentle and eerie at once, like a friendly will-o’-wisp that knows your birthday and also how to vaporize your enemies. Also whispers a lot, but sometimes screams when she sees spiders, that’s my headcanon and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Gara

Gara is glass — literal, metaphysical, and fashionably lethal. She’s elegant and cold as a mirror but she’ll protect you like a fragile heirloom if you’re on her side, which is both soothing and terrifying. She probably arranges sand in patterns when she’s stressed and then scrubs them away with a tiny brush because yes, she is that extra. Also, she will stab you with shards and then apologize awkwardly afterward, like sorry not sorry, you know?

Rhino

Rhino is pure, chunky, friendly bulldozer energy and I love him for it; he charges in, slams things, and somehow makes it look adorable. He loves big flavors — chili, stews, anything with a bold personality — and also has a surprisingly sensitive poetry collection in his locker, which you would not expect but of course he does. He’s straightforward and dependable, the kind of guy who will carry your groceries and your emotional baggage both. Occasionally he tries to knit; results vary.

Nova

Nova is wild science in a lab coat that looks suspiciously like a party outfit — utter chaos tempered by a brainy, slightly smug grin. She’ll fold space, rip apart atoms, and then make you cookies while apologizing for the small implosion, and somehow that combo is exactly her vibe. Brilliant, unpredictable, with a borderline reckless curiosity that’s a delight and sometimes a hazard. Also, she hates being called “mad” but secretly laughs maniacally when you do, like a tiny contradiction tucked in there.

Ivara

Ivara is stealth embodied — soft-footed, constellation-obsessed archer who moves like a shadow and has opinions about the perfect leaf shape for camouflage. She’s quiet and patient and will wait twelve hours in a tree just to get the perfect shot, but also will gossip fiercely about the Void’s worst fashion choices, which no one sees coming. Loves cats? Definitely. Also carries a tiny sketchbook for stars and snacks, and will judge your noise level politely but deadly.

Revenant

Revenant is creepily charming in the way that a haunted puppet would be if it read poetry, which is both unsettling and oddly magnetic. He floats between lullaby and nightmare, collects old toys and tunes them into weird mechanical music boxes, and you cannot tell if he’s plotting or just reminiscing about lullabies. He’s got this theatrical flair — dramatic pauses, off-key humming — and then he rips your soul out with a smile. Also, he might cry at sunsets? Or at least his helmet fogs up.