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Anne is best described as ... ordinary. She doesn't strike looks but she also doesn't look like a repellent.

She keeps her dark hair short and usually wears leisure cloths.

When Anne grew up everything was ok. Her family was rather poor than rich and her parents both had to work all day, but thanks to her grandma - she had a relatively peaceful time as a toddler. When she turned six, things began to change. Her grandma died and Anne saw her soul separate from her body. She saw her grandma around - anchored to her as she might understand one day.
Naturally, she told her parent - but they were unbelieving. Same with her classmates, she was new to school and she was “the weird one” right from the beginning. She was bullied from everyone except her only friend - Tom. When - years later - his mother died in a car accident though and Anne saw her ghost, she had a choice to make. She decided to tell him, but he refused to believe her - he actually got angry because he felt mocked in his grief.

Her parents had sent her to therapy already for years, but this break up with the only one she had let close to herself in years, she “decided” that she was crazy and she didn’t want to be any longer. She managed to block the supernatural sight, “to be normal” once more. But she also decided that she needed to leave her life behind in order to do so.
She was twelve, when these thought’s brought her to live on the streets. She was no longer the weird one, the one seeing ghosts, but she wasn’t strong either and hence the bullying continued.
As before, she silently suffered over it. She met a Chinese elder man that could somehow “see” her suffering and decided to give her means to hep herself. She trained martial arts with him. He’d put special consideration to the body’s vital points that allowed to control even far stronger opponents. Most importantly though, he tried to give her the meditative means to process and control her mental suffering.

He succeeded, partially. She mastered the Qinna - but she never really got over the mental suffering. She was calm and silent, controlled her anger, but she kept suffering. Until the suffering grew too big. That’s when she met her Geist. That’s when she jumped from the Brooklyn Bridge and died - nearly died. She jumped, she fell, she hit the water surface and died, but she was not dead enough. When she met the Geist of “bully victims”, her soul silent and just a little rage where he had lot’s of rage and only little silence left, there was no long thinking. She struck the bargain, eager to join anger and silence in a perfect symbiosis.

She had long ignored the dead and her ability to see them. She had left the streets as well and was working as a sewer, not a job getting you rich, but paying for a room, a bed and something to eat. The only thing from her past she still allowed in her life was her Chinese mentor.
Now she was reconciled with her supernatural inclination, and she took it for her to use her talent - the anger and the silence - to advocate for them. So, besides the sewing he had another job for whatever spare time she had left.