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Posted: Feb 12 2018, 11:22 PM
ALTERNATIVE NAMES: M
Sharp. Resourceful. Tough. At her core, Maggie’s a woman with the potential to go very far in life. She knows a little bit of everything. She can explore unfamiliar terrain with aplomb. She leaves no stone unturned when she commits, wholeheartedly, to a goal. Yet, she’s been burned and has forgotten how to trust the goodness in her soul. Trauma hardened Maggie's heart. Hope kept it from being corrupted.
She has always felt a cosmic tug, a task in need of completion. She’s aware, on a molecular level, of some deeper purpose. Early in life, this belief fueled her actions. She threw her love, her light, her everything to people who nearly destroyed her. Now she’s defensive and judgmental. She’s perfected the “don’t come at me” glare to an art form. She will cut a bully down real quick. However, there are levels of her wariness.
If she loathes someone, she will roll her eyes in contempt. If she likes someone, she will smirk and engage in verbal sparring. If she falls in love with someone, Maggie will draw up walls and boundaries; who wants to be disappointed? She’s a complex woman. Moreover, she’s a damn good person, struggling to find the balance between selfless and self-preservation.
Maggie was raised by Jane and Victor Mora. Though she grew up an only child, she has many cousins in America and Cuba. Her mother is, sadly, deceased.
A prophet, Maggie has divine sight and the ability to generate miracles. She’s very adept at the former; however, the latter is triggered in times of great need or hope. Also, she’s occasionally struck by an immense need to write down the future.
On the mundane side, Maggie’s a writer. A passionate writer. She’s kept journals all her life. She’s published short stories in the Huffington Post. She made a meal of every class paper she’s written. Still, Maggie’s creativity "shriveled up" the day her powers blossomed. Being a conduit to the Powers That Be? No problem. Writing a great manuscript? Torture.
Maggie knows several languages and can make one helluva grilled cheese sandwich. She studies martial arts in hopes of centering her mind (and ending her creative slump). For obvious reasons, she always carries a pen and notepad. She will side-eye the fuck out of anyone who “borrows” a pencil without returning it.
Who is Maggie Mora?
An Afro-Cuban from the projects? A woman who clawed her way from the slums? A tough as nails hooker with a heart of gold? Well, she’s none of those things; also, check your privilege… Maggie’s childhood was, in her own words, “pretty chill.”
Affluent, Maggie was born and raised on the upper-east side of Manhattan. Her bedroom had high windows. Her nanny schooled her in French, Italian and the piano. She attended a private Catholic school. Yet, her family was proud and never let Maggie forget her roots. Summers in Aspen? Never. Her family flew to Havana, building homes for beautiful families. Charity nourished Maggie’s giving heart and worldliness. Yet, the relationship with her father birthed darker things:
Bitterness. Trust issues. Grief.
At the age of 17, Maggie was at the top ten percentile of her graduating class. She had acceptance letters from all the best schools. Harvard. Princeton. Howard. The future, she thought, looked bright. Then, her father woke her up in the middle of the night, shoving a packed bag in her hands. They were going on a “trip.” Maggie was no fool. She caught glimpses of their (suddenly) barren apartment. She heard hushed conversations from her parents. She and her family slept in an RV for three months. Maggie remembers hearing her parents argue in hushed tones about deals with demons and unpaid loans; however, she disregarded their talk as hyperbole for the mafia.
Most of her memories of that unhappy time are muddled. She remembers the bathroom in the RV overflowing — TEN times. She remembers eating cans of beans night after night. She remembers her father calling her a “selfish bitch” after she fought tooth and nail to go to community college. After months of being on the road (with no explanation) Maggie broke away from her parents, worked her way through community college, saved up money and went to Columbia University. This is where she was struck by it for the first time…
Up late working on a paper, Maggie slipped into a powerful trance, writing down the future. Her parents would be cornered by a demon; the source of their wealth. Her father would be forced to sacrifice something precious. And, ultimately, Maggie’s father would sacrifice her mother. Horrified, Maggie booked a direct flight to Texas, hoping to see her family alive and well. Unfortunately, it was too late. A grave had been dug. Her father’s motel room floor was littered in empty beer bottles. The debt to the demon had been paid in full. Maggie turned her back on her father, vowing to never speak to him again.
They haven’t spoken in nearly ten years.
Who is Maggie Mora?
A wronged child? A reluctant hero? Please. Maggie is a survivor who believes in forging her own path. Now that path includes running a successful business, outlining her first novel and being left the hell alone. She’ll help whenever she’s struck with a prophecy; still, she believes in keeping out of the war on evil and building an authentic life.