Introduced in: Half-Life 2
This was the only one that required almost no debate. The brainy, strong-willed daughter of super-scientist Dr. Eli Vance is Gordon Freeman’s greatest and sexiest ally. Despite the dystopian world she inhabits, Alyx is relentlessly upbeat, funny and friendly, especially toward Freeman, who unfortunately could have a hard time establishing a relationship with her given his inability to… you know, say words. We expect they’d have some communication issues.
Alyx has a certain je ne sais quoi about her that makes her immediately lovable. Perhaps it’s because she gave us the endlessly-entertaining Gravity Gun, or because she actually helped more than hindered during our trials as Gordon Freeman (unlike other, less successful videogame sidekicks). Whatever the nature of her draw, it clearly had an impact on players – Alyx is routinely cited as one of the most desirable videogame characters ever (just look at the number of YouTube tribute videos). It certainly helped that she appeared when graphics engines, like Source, had just become sophisticated enough to do the female form relative justice – no more static triangle boobs here!
Sexiest moment: Following up a headcrab zombie massacre with her trademark coy sense of humor.
Vertical Alyx image by Luis Ferreira.
Introduced in: Katamari Damacy
Bad boys: as movies, television and high school have taught us, girls love them. Guys want to hang out with them. Parents and teachers are powerless to control them. And no matter how much we all desperately want to hate them, none us can resist their overconfident, overbearing charm.
The King Of All Cosmos is gaming’s ultimate bad boy. Oops, did he accidentally trash the galaxy, wiping out most of the night sky in a selfish, all-night bender? Don’t expect an apology. Do expect to spend the next week cleaning up after him, desperately attempting to please him and helplessly loving every goddamn second His rainbow-bejeweled, pillow-headed, frilly-necked, butt-chinned Majesty deigns to speak to you. Oh, this star we’ve spent the past hour rolling isn’t quite big enough to replace the one you carelessly annihilated with a single wave of your daintily gloved hand? Normally, we’d protest… but for you and your gifts, King Of All Cosmos, we’ll happily reload again and again. Just tell us we did a good job… please?
Sexiest moment: Whenever he rewards us with a nonsensical song, or the brief chance to sit upon his glorious, Lycra-clad knee.