Anya O'Quinn is an intimidating figure at first glance; with her punk aesthetic, outrageous pink hair, and loud, boisterous personality, the average person could easily mistake her for being a rebel up to no good.

Indeed, Anya definitely got into some trouble in her early years. Born as Áine O'Quinn and raised in northeast Philly, Ms. O'Quinn is not without her stories to tell and her battle scars to show. Due to her disposition as an unapproachable loner in her childhood and teens, she became involved with a street gang, and became fascinated with punk culture, leather jackets, and every sort of machine imaginable.

With ample access to the gang's shop and their various tools, she taught herself how to assemble, disassemble, fix, repair, and maintain just about every vehicle and piece of hardware there was that didn't require a mechanical engineering degree to build. Her talent with all things mechanical was apparent and distinct, building contraptions powered by scrapped dirt bike internals and tearing down and rebuilding engines for fun. Over the years, she carved out her position as the master craftsman in the ranks and the largest source of team morale, her cheery and bombastic personality raising the spirits of an otherwise angry and jaded bunch. Despite her hardships, she never lost her sense of humor that she had from the very moment she could speak, and made it her goal to make sure that her companions were always happy.

Years later as a young adult, while away from the body shop the gang used as a front for their activities, a police raid occurred, resulting in a violent and bloody shootout, and the loss of two members' lives. The gang's leader was arrested and convicted for drug trafficking, seemingly never to be heard from again by any of the remaining members. Anya herself was brought in for questioning, before being released due to a lack of evidence of her involvement in the illicit side of the business. With her barely escaping the inside of a prison cell, she disappeared, severing ties with nearly everyone in the group and laying low for a number of years.

Now in her thirties, Ms. O'Quinn tends to her own slice of life: her own auto repair shop outside of town, owned and run by herself, her Buick Grand National, and a new, far more domesticated group of friends to appreciate and care for, treating them like her family. Her love for punk never faded over the years, with her collection of various leather jackets and vests, jeans, and baseball bats nearly rivaling the size of her arsenal of tools. Some things never really change, but for Anya, that's alright, in this case.