Anne was born and raised in a suburb to Denver, together with her two older brothers. She was the youngest, and as such a little bit spoiled, perhaps. But growing up with two older brother has downsides, too, and she learned quickly that if she wanted to win an argument, tears wouldn't do her any good. Wrestling was the way to go! Even if you didn't win, then, at least you'd shown Mike or Joseph that you meant buissness about the whole thing.
Mike, or Michael as his proper name is, showed a good deal of interest in sports, much to their father's joy. Joseph on the other hand saw his strengths bloom out in mathmatics and the sciences, while Anne wasn't perticularly interested in either of these things. In fact, she didn't have much by way of hobbies or interests at all until she was introduced to the joys of playing music through a project in school. She got to play the piano together with an old retired teacher, and he told her parents that their little girl had real talent. She should be encouraged. Buying a piano, however, was more of an expense than they could afford.
The compromise, in the end, was that Anne could start taking flute lessons at the age of ten.
First she did so once a week, practising diligently, but as she grew older and more and more skilled music took up more and more of her time. She played under a teacher, she played in orchestras, she took as many music lessons as she could in school, and when it became time for her to choose her college education, she took a risk and studied music there as well. It wouldn't lead to as safe a life as another education might have, but she had long since decided that this was what she wanted to work with. And that was that.
At the university she continued with her flute studies, of course, but what might have been more important were the studies in music theory and secondary instruments. Everyone was required to play basic piano, and she took up basic guitar as well to complement the skills she already had. Her thought here was that if all else failed, these skills would be very helpful if she picked up teaching music.
However, the first year Anne studied at the university, things happened that she hadn't quite expected. At all. In fact, it was more like something out of one of her brothers' comic books. It was an accident, the first time. She was running late home from work and was a little worried about the neighbourhood she was walking through, wishing she was home already, when a cat tipped over the lid on a garbage can. There was no danger in reality, but she jumped with fright and landed in her own apartment. In her own bed, in fact.
Clearly, something there wasn't right.
At first she thought she'd just imagined the whole thing, and when similar accidents had happened a few more times she started to wonder if she might've gone insane. It seemed a viable alternative as people couldn't just.. disappear from one place and reappear someplace else. This wasn't, after all, an episode of star trek. She focused on her music and tried to ignore it, but finally the accidents became too much for her to sweep under a rug, and she had to accept a truth she immediately decided not to tell anyone. She could teleport. But then, who'd believe her anyway?
For the longest time Anne only broke this rule of not telling anyone once. She told her fiance, when they were nine months away from getting married. He thought she was joking, first. Stared when she proved it, and then stared some more. But once the shock died down, he thought it was pretty cool, though he agreed it should be a secret. They lived their life in peace, she became semi famous for her work, and they moved to New York as she joined a well respected orchestra there. They had two healthy children.
Then came the bomb, and with it Anne got a name for what she was. 'Evolved'.
Living in New York got tough, to say the least, and the skills she had no longer really helped too much with getting food on the table. Thankfully, they didn't live in any of the worst affected neighbourhoods, but things were pretty bad for a long while, none the less. Anne cheated a bit, using her ability to get them food from other parts of the country, but it was a nervous time none the less. Instead of getting better, however, it got worse.
One day, the family was assaulted by a gang of people who thought Jeremy, Anne's husband, was Evolved. It was a violent assault, brutal, and their oldest son William was killed by accident. Jeremy almost died as well, and wouldn't have made it if Anne hadn't managed to get ahold of both him and their daugther, and teleported them all out of there. The group thought they'd found their man, but that he'd gotten away. The grief of a child lost went beyond words, and on top of that Anne found herself faced with a husband who didn't want to stay with her any longer. In fact, he wished to take their daughter and leave. It wasn't safe for either of them to stay, anymore. Anne agreed on one point, it would be safer for their daughter to be with him, if he left town.
The Ferrymen found Anne and her family, and with their aid Jeremy and the little baby girl were transported out of the city, and perhaps more importantly, given new identities. The first Anne could have done on her own, but the second was the more critical thing, in her opinion. And with that, she'd lost all she loved most in the world, both her children and her husband, because people hated what they did not understand.
A few months have passed, and while Anne hasn't quite figured out how she's going to go about doing it, she has her new goals clear. There have been many different struggles for equal rights over the years. Between the sexes, between colors of skin, and between countries. Now, there needs to be an equality between the evolved and the rest of the world, otherwise it might be her little girl they come after next.
