Moira Iona Macqueen.
Legal & Physical.
FULLNAME: Moira Iona Macqueen.
MEANING: Moira- Fate Destiny, Iona- Island, Dove, MacQueen- Pleasant, servant.
AGE: 20 - 30/40.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Cheap Motel.
HAIR COLOR: Red/Blonde.
EYE COLOR: Hazel.
FLAWS: She believes her eyes are dull, Hates her red hair because of her foster parents, Small lips.
OCCUPATION: Waitress, Hunter, Bartender.
Family & Relationships.
GOOD HABITS: Acting, Helping, Never Sugar Coating, Humming.
BAD HABITS: Pick Pocket, Drinking, Sweet Tooth, Flirting to get her way.
WEAPONS: Hand Guns, Small knives, Whip.
Education & Employment.
TALENTS: Artist, Guitar playing, Hairstyles, Make-up, Light sleeping (to her.), Stealth, Picking pockets, Getting her way, Running fast, getting out of tight spots.
FEARS: Thunder and Lighting, Ghosts, The dead in general.
INSECURITES: Scared of cops, Keeps thinking she’ll be taken back to a foster home, Going back to Scotland. (Later.), Feeling pretty without make-up.
LIKE: Flirting, Music, Rock Music, Animals, Men, Dancing, Singing.
DISLIKE: Crybabies, People who pry, Business with pleasure, Clingy people.
TATTOOS: Star, behind the ear.
History & Origins.
Moira Iona Macqueen was a young woman raised in foster care, but that isn’t really where her story started. Not completely, at first her aunt took her in after her mother abandoned her on the door step. With no choice her aunt took her in and raised her to the best of her abilities. Which happened to be zero apparently. Her aunt was a drunk who liked to get angry whenever she felt something upset her and the first thing she saw was usually, Moira in the flesh. In the end Moira was often or not black and blue or chased out the house. Thankfully, someone next door took her in and cared for her. They wanted to call on the police, but she stopped them and asked them to at least have someone speak to her nicely. No one believed her aunt would change and they were right. Eventually, Moira was sent off to the orphanage.
Moira understood why she was sent there and felt safer. It would never be home, as much as the workers tried to make her feel at home. Moira was known as there little escape artist. She tried to runaway and every time someone found her and brought her back home. She’s been doing that since she was sixteen and when she turned sixteen somehow the orphanage passed on some of her mother’s things, it was a book detailing different creatures and a letter. If not for that she would never learn about her mother being a hunter and why she had to leave her. Her mother was a hunter, but something was after her and she didn’t say what. With the book here she could only assume her mother was gone. Yet she wondered... How did they pass it onto her?
Moira grew into some kind of power during her older years, after turning sixteen she realized she was seeing the dead. The only reason she knew that was because of some people walking through them or seeing one passing through a wall. She wasn’t sure of it and continued to pretend that nothing was wrong. Yet something always found her in the end. She also had a knack for taking on classes to help her fight the bullies at school in defense. Then she turned to a bad crowd and found out quickly that her light weight and acting could be used to steal and pickpocket. She got in trouble a few times for it, but that was just a few out of the others.
When Moira turned eighteen the police came to the door one night looking for her in person. One of the workers moved her to another room upstairs and they listened from there. Her aunt was found dead, murdered in her house - which had nothing to do with her. At least not now, but she was the only one connected to her personally and she had trouble with the police before. Moira panicked and when the first instance she was alone she pack whatever was considered light and escaped from the balcony to the roof and never looked back.
Good Traits: Brave, Creativity, Generous, Balanced, Enthusiastic, Musical, Kind, Witty.
Bad Traits: Selfishness, Lack Of Patience, Stubborn, Imbalanced, Flirt, Attention-Seeker, Brutal.
User can hear and see/view ghosts/spirits of deceased and even communicate and/or interact with them, even if they have possessed inanimate objects/subjects/people. They are able to repel and run spirits away from an area, compel to employ an armada of ghosts, and may even view a visual conception of a spirit world in a trance if desired. Well trained mediums are even capable of channeling the energy and powers of spirits making them potential host/conduits for channeling their powers through their bodies and manifesting their qualities for their own.
The user can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. They can attack someone in a personal and emotional way since they know exactly what emotion is flowing through themselves and can use this knowledge to play against them. Some users may learn to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects.Usually over time, an Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions in others, and possibly use them to empower themselves. The user may learn to extend their power over/on vast numbers of sentient beings or reach extreme distances, even other levels of existence but this may be possible only if the user has an emotional link to those the search is already in effect on.
In years to come she spent her years moving from town to town and spending her time bar hopping or doing jobs in between hunting, she needed money and that just didn’t pay any money. Cheap motel or not, a girl wanted a nice bed sometimes. Moira used her pick pocketing and stealing over the years when she had to.... And then some. She liked working alone, but was a huge flirt - her usual rule was - Feelings don’t mix with pleasure. At least with her, being a hunter was one thing but having a relationship was just impossible. Business with pleasure? No thank you.
Moira was known for her flirty nature, rock chick attuide and often or not - leather outfits. While working she was completely serious and switched to her plain jeans and over sized shirts. Maybe a leather jacket on occasion. In all honesty, Moira rarely worked with anyone because she was so off putting to them. Which was fine with her, relationships are too dangerous in her line of work.