#not quite..

aliases: maggie-moon, moon.

age: thirty

sexuality: pansexual

marital status: single

nationality: irish

family: rohan lorenzo (father), eleanor o'malley (mother)

occupation: ghost hunter, niche internet personality, waitress

maggie was born in balleydehob, ireland, where there's a population of roughly 270. at the time both her parents were artists with other odd jobs under their belts and also.. were flat broke. they had been trying for a baby for some years, to no avail, but on the day eleanor and rohan agreed it was not meant to be, eleanor ran to the bathroom and threw up. a pregnancy test that afternoon proved her to be pregnant.

they struggled by with their only child for the first six years of her life, getting her through her first couple years at the tiny village school before bills piled up and rohan found things getting on top of him a little too much -- they needed work and it just so happened that on the day he announced this at the breakfast table, his somewhat-estranged brother phoned all the way from america to say he had work as a groundsman on a property he worked at.

the moon was always on their side, that's what her mother would cryptically mutter when these peculiar coincidences cropped up.

they made the move to america, settling down on the sprawling grounds of a disused hotel, one that was creepy and made maggie, now seven, get goosebumps if she looked at a darkened window for too long.

it was an unusual life, but one that suited them. her father tried keeping her away from the building her entire young life, but as she grew and his bones got old, he couldn't keep her away much longer. she found herself exploring the abandoned hotel her father took care of (odd, to her, to take care of something nobody used anymore) more and more by day and, as she got braver, bolder.. as she consumed a few creepy little movies.. by night, too.

she'd take a little camera into the hotel at night and film the place. the first few times, she ran away screaming into her hand at the bumps and rattles of nothing, but she was a creature of perseverance, so always returned.

over time, she brought friends from school, then her part time job, they'd ask questions and laugh at the jitters they'd get, it ended up being a silly thing. until maggie had her accident.

she was fresh eighteen when it happened, celebrating her birthday weeks late with friends in the hotel when she trod on a rotten floorboard and the floor gave way. thankfully she only fell down to the next floor, thankfully she'd only gotten a concussion and fractured elbow, or so said the nurse who was peering over her when she batted her lashes a few times and woke up, delirious. in the background her friends howled and screeched, but the nurse stroked her hair and promised her she'd be alright.

when her friends got there, maggie trembled and asked them how the nurse had gotten there, especially so fast. they were busy calling 911 and one fled to get her parents. another friend wept over there not being a nurse, that she'd only been knocked out a second or two.

it was from that day maggie started seeing ghosts. started noticing their presence more and more wherever she went. it helped her when she left home and started college, getting her degree in history (with a minor in theatre), when she started appearing in youtube-exclusive shitty horror flicks, when eventually she picked up a camera and made a youtube channel of her own under the name maggie moon. because the moon was always on her side.

now, she lives a nomadic sort of lifestyle in her campervan, her base always being back home with her parents or in a small apartment in the small town nearby to them and their sprawling, ghost-riddled hotel grounds. she's got a small following, is recognised in certain horror-buff rings.