The most colorful anointed one we had in our hall when I was young, had apparently "died" at the hospital but awoke in the morgue.
She always wore nice clothes that belonged in the 50's with black patent leather shoes with pointy toes and 1 1/4" inch tiny heels. Back when they had live music in the halls, she would come up to the piano, sweep her skirt under her backside and sit on the bench. Then with a flourish she would start pounding out the melody. She sometimes lost her way and would start over again much to the frustration of the conductor. She was so animated that she reminded me of those silent movie accompanists. Even into her eighties, she wore the same clothes with cat's eye glasses. The only real conversation I had with her involved a telephone cord that was used to subdue a person that had attacked her. The whole hall tolerated her and wasn't mean to her. She was a cheerful crazy person.
Another was a sister who was very down to earth and looked like Shirley Winters when she was younger. Her mother was anointed and had lived in a convent for most of her life. She became anointed when she was around 30 or so. It made my mother jealous because she couldn't figure out why her and not me? She was humble, kind and funny. Never made a big deal out of it and had the attitude of "well he said he would pick all sorts of people" She got along with most of the people at the hall and was very sincere.
One of the newest anointed was someone I grew up around. She had a very disturbing family life growing up. The elder husband she married, eventually did her wrong. She became anointed around 30 or so. She certainly could turn on you in a second and be a witch. She believed she was, but she also used it to be over others. She hated that the elders looked down her as well as the GB making out that those of her age were "mistaken". I believe it helps her feel valued and special. But she doesn't impress me as being "christian"