VOIGT, Anja Frederica

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ANJA FREDERICA VOIGT

FULL NAME: Anja Frederica Voigt.
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Social Media Manager (currently unemployed).

HAIR: Blonde and long, but she dyes it lighter or shades of copper when she has the mood to do so. Currently she’s rocking the white blonde look, and prefers wearing her hair down and natural.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: She has a fair amount. Roses and animals mostly decorate her arms and shoulders, trailing up to her neck. Cats and wolves, make up the bulk, with the odd mandala on her forearm beneath a girl’s portrait. There’s also a draconic griffin-esque creature on her thigh. ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ on the back of her neck.
PIERCINGS: Three in one lobe, one in the other and her tragus. Also a septum piercing
PLAY-BY: Katarzyna Konderak!

LIKES: Lipsticks, scarves, yoga, grapes, rock music, musicals, cooking, playing guitar, big floral patterns, roses, cats, one piece bathing suits, dancing and singing to herself, tattoos, The House On Haunted Hill, murder thrillers, James Bond, cocktails, cherry vanilla scent, fresh flowers, reading in bed, slow mornings, playing with make-up, fairgrounds .
DISLIKES: Getting sick, cheaply cooked food, sad endings, sleepless nights, waiting rooms, her bad jokes, thinking about loss, ungroomed eyebrows, dry cake, people who are miserable at parties on purpose, lonely nights, self-criticism (though she’s guilty of it), waking up late, feeling sluggish, spiders with tiny bodies and long legs, ponchos.
FEARS: Certain spiders, funerals, being ignored by those she loves most.
SECRETS: She doesn’t make it known to people that she suffers from a chronic lung disease. She doesn’t want people to think she’s incapable of the simplest thing just because she might have to do it a particular way, or prepare her body first. Anja has survived and thrived this long without too much of a struggle or hand up from others, and she’d like it to continue that way.
PERSONALITY: When people first meet Anja they might think she’s shy. It’s true to an extent. Anja is much more confident over a phone or computer than she is in person, but it changes if given time. She’s a reliable and trustworthy young woman. She’ll be a loyal friend if given the chance, so long as that loyalty is returned in kind. She’s organised and sticks to a routine often; this is typically because of her health, but she applies it to elsewhere too, since it benefits it well. She’s pragmatic and the type to solve a problem before it gets out of hand with a cool head. Anja is patient and selfless, though sometimes people have taken advantage of that part of her good nature. She’s – surprisingly – a big dreamer and often drifts off imagining her life as some fantastic adventure when in reality she’s just spent three hours setting up a social media profile for a company at her desk. Funny, considering she has no accounts of her own. She’s got a terrible sense of humour, full of bad jokes that fall flat or require explaining. Anja is optimistic, believing in others and the impossible. She isn’t the type to give up, even if the path she’s on is terrifying and makes her shake. She’s sweet and has a rather feminine look to fit that, too. However, that shouldn’t be taken to mean she’s squeamish. She loves thrillers and some horror films more than a candy sweet romantic comedy. She’s a gentle soul though, not cut out for fighting or confrontation. Her romantic heart has yet to find love, but she dreams of the day she’s swept of her feet with one kiss. Maybe a bit too much to ask for, but Anja isn’t the type to waste her time on guys who just want a tumble in the sheets. She wants the real deal with as few mistakes as possible.

MOTHER: Celine Voigt, 52.
FATHER: Otho Voigt, 58.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Kingston Parker Duval, 30, penpal.
PETS: None right now!
HOMETOWN: Dresden, Germany.
HISTORY: Otho and Celine met when they were young, just passing on the street. There had been a slight jostle and then they realised who each other was. And by that, Celine recognised the boy her older brother used to hang around with. It had been a few years since they had seen each other, but a coffee to catch up had Celine telling Otho all about her college classes and how she couldn’t decide between teaching and journalism, and Otho was brushing off questions about his job at the hospital research facility. They made plans to meet again, and again, and again, until they quite simply had to stop and ask what they were doing with each other. They had fallen in love almost without realising it. The wedding came three years later, followed by the little house they wanted to grow old in, and then a year after that came the baby.

Doctors knew there was something wrong with Anja pretty quickly after she was born. She didn’t feed properly and she struggled to breathe without assistance. She spent the first nine weeks of her life on oxygen and kept in hospital while the doctors ran various tests to rule out damages and causes. Eventually they concluded that the tiny little baby girl had Primary ciliary dyskinesia (PCD) and it was going to be something Anja battled against for the rest of her life. There would be constant mucus build up in her body due to improper function of the cilia. She’d need physiotherapy and medication and frequent returns to hospital for check ups and treatment as she grew older. At first her parents panicked at the news, but doctors assured them that by diagnosing it so soon they were going to give their daughter the best chance at quality of life.

So, Anja was that snotty nosed kid who wasn’t allowed to play out too much when the weather was unpredictable, and who was bundled up like an eskimo when it got colder. She spent a lot of time indoors alone, but that was fine because it meant she learnt to enjoy books. Her father encouraged her to read educational works as much as she read fiction, which was especially encouraging since Anja was very intelligent for her age. A lot of her education was done at home, which was out of the ordinary for Germany, but with her PCD causing problems whenever a classmate was sick or hospitalising her whenever she caught a cold. While many might expect this to hold her back, Anja did the opposite. She actually completed the year ahead of her classmates. Her father refused to let her twiddle her thumbs and wait it out like the school initially suggested, so she advanced to the grade above. Technically, this put Anja two grades above since a clerical error put her in school earlier than intended. They had her date of birth recorded incorrectly somewhere, and while trying to fight it she had to attend school as the youngest in her class or else her parents faced being arrested for denying their child an education. Anja enjoyed learning, even if she was left out by her peers for being so different, for being absent so often. She didn’t go to parties or on school trips, but she knew she had to learn to take care of herself first.

In her early years, it had been her mother and nurses who looked after her, but when she got older she began gaining her independence and the responsibility for the physiotherapy that she needed to do every morning was hers alone. She woke up before anyone else to do it, to use the bathroom for her steam machine, and to make sure her medicine was ready with breakfast. Anja got her responsibilities in check very young and never risked her health because she knew how much she hated it when she really was sick and how it felt like there was this huge weight crushing her lungs.

One of her favourite things to come out of school was the pen pal programme. It was up to the students whether they kept contact after the compulsory period, but Anja was so pleased when her pen pal kept writing to her. She didn’t have many friends because of the days at home and her age difference in class. Her classmates were looking at kissing and sex in a light Anja didn’t yet understand; she was still coming to grips with eyeliner. So having someone to confide in and talk to – even if they were halfway across the world – was nice. She told him almost everything in those letters, as well as encouraging him to follow his dreams. She believed in him. The only things she kept back were when she was seriously ill, and the details of her condition and how she had to manage it. There was a lot to it and she didn’t think it would be interesting to read. She just kept it simple with a “no big deal breathing problem.” Several of her letters were written from hospital beds over the years, but by that point it was normal to be admitted if she caught the flu.

Anja did her university classes while still living at home for health reasons. She studied business and marketing, and eventually went on to become a Social Media Manager when the need for social media became a necessity. She didn’t have any accounts herself given her rather small world and few friends. She couldn’t think what she could ever post on anything like that, even if it was her job. Unfortunately, the place she worked collapsed during the decline of the euro and Anja found herself unemployed and growing restless. She was applying for positions she could handle, which were few and far between given that she really needed something that she could manage from home if necessary. Eventually, she got an e-mail from a large global company that had seen her resume around on the internet. They were based in America, but liked her approach. Anja explained her illness to them, and her conditions for work, but they were still keen on taking her on. They conducted some informal talks about hours, any needs she might have for them, and payrates. There was a discussion about moving, and then they offered her an invitation to come and see the place.

Moving would be a drastic change for Anja, but at twenty-six she had nothing in Germany; not for a future anyway. Her doctors cleared her for a move after boosting some vaccinations, but her family worried, as always. She reassured them, promising that this wasn’t forever. It was only a visit after all. She was staying in a hotel that the company were paying for, and spending a few days seeing if the job was one she wanted before she had to think about relocating the few boxes that would make up her entire life.

New York also made her think about her pen pal. He was a local there, and after she blew him off from their only arranged meeting in Berlin because her dad had caught her plans to sneak out (she had been sixteen and he wasn’t for the long travel and overnight stay!) maybe it was time to be bold and meet him. She sent the letter before packing for her trip, waiting for a reply by the new e-mail she had scribbled at the bottom and signed with a kiss.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Over the moon with the cow.
SAMPLE:

Never!

[kim]