"Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit; seems you got yourself an audience there, Gage!" the stranger said with a warm and thick southern drawl. Her voice came surprisingly as a complete opposite to the man she had referred to as "Gage", who's voice was deep, cold, and unfeeling.

Gage glared at the woman in response. "I done told you a hundred times before: it's Hephaestus when we're workin', Anya," he said with a scowl, "And button up your damn shirt! Your shirt's so loose I can see your religion".

"Who pissed in your coffee, sunshine?" She said with a snicker as she began buttoning up just a few of the buttons on her shirt, opting to leave just enough undone to still be considered anything but modest.

"You. Every goddamn morning".

-

It's hard to believe that these two are adopted siblings. Its even harder to believe that they're nearly inseparable. Anya and Gage love and care for each other deeply, though they will deny it if you ask. Both the siblings hail from the rural areas of Appalachia.

Lazarus Gage Walker, Gage if you're friend or kin, "Hephaestus" for work, is a skilled weapon smith and arms dealer. He's cold, calculated, and highly logical, but does share a softer side for the folk rejected and forgotten by society.

His sister, Anya Marie Walker, is his hired gun that serves as "security" while he works. Though she's loud, obnoxious, and a bit of a flirt, she's deadly with a gun and isn't someone you want to mess with. And yes, she is a lesbian.

Gage uses he/him pronouns
Anya uses she/her pronouns