REAL NAME: Moira McGregor Gustafson

SIGN: Leo

CAT AFFINITY: Scottish Calico

CAT QUIRK: Uncanny hearing. Cali couldnt get away with much as a child...

AGE: 42

HEIGHT: 5'4"

SHOE SIZE: 9

EYES: Green

HAIR: Cranberry Red

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

FETISHES: Tickling (delivering and recieving) Minor foot fetish (where do you think Cali got it from?)

DATE OF BIRTH: August 2nd 1961

PLACE OF BIRTH: Lochnagar, Scotland

ETHNICITY: Scottish

HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Gardening, massage therapy, aromatherapy, herbalism, traditional crafts, drinking.

TURN ONS: People who can drink HER under the table, fun loving nature, nice eyes

TURNS OFFS: Narrow mindedness, bad tempers

PERSONALITY ASPECTS: Moira is the quintessential tough firey female straight from the Moores of Scotland. In recent years with her daughter grown up, she has begun truly enjoying her life despite the grief from the loss of her husband when Cali was 3. She knows now that he would have wanted her to enjoy her life and move on. Shes an even bigger party animal than Cali and often embarasses her own daughter with her wild behavior.

BACKGROUND: Moira was born to a simple farming family in Lochnagar, directly east of Aberdeen. Her family had been running a pub/inn since the days of the English occupations and made the best damn Irish Whiskey this side of the British Isles. as the oldest girl, her father was notoriously protective of his little princess. That and the fact that she got herself into more trouble than he could handle. The middle child of 8 with 3 sisters and 3 brothers, she was more influenced by her brothers, growing into a tomboy much like Cali and could easily win any fight she got into. She was the toughest little girl on the moors.

In time, Moira developed into a lovely young woman, still just as firey and indipendent as that little girl she had grown from but with a certain heir of feminine grace and charm to her as well. You would never call her "easy" (at least to her face) but she had a certain method...a wink, a hip shake and the lads did her bidding. Never anything unacceptable or lude of course and she always respected everyone, flirtaciously or not.

Moira had barely finished high school when a sailor of the Norwiegan Navy passed through her town named Bjorn Gustafson. He was weary and fatigued from weeks at sea and sought rest at the McGregor Inn. Moira instantly felt a strong connection with this young man, around 23 with his flowing blond hair and ice blue eyes. She developed something of a "Florence Nightingale complex", taking care of him, nursing him back to health and all the while falling madly in love with him. All the local boys seemed to be only interested in drinking, partying and sex. He was different, he had dignity, honor and a warm heart. In a months time a group of Navy constables came looking for him. He had forgot to mention to his hosts that his shore leave was only for a day but could not leave after meeting who he believed to be his one true love. Before they could enter, Bjorn and Moira slipped out the back window (with her parents blessing) and hopped onto a passing wagon carrying wheat and livestock. They road all the way to Aberdeen and used what little money they had to sail to America.

In 1980 they had arrived and became American citizens. Bjorn passed himself off as a Scotsman and Moiras husband, after which they were married secretly in a small chapel in the Bronx. They lived in a small tenament building on the lower east side with no running water or electricity, but they were happy. In a years time they had given birth to a beautiful baby girl named Caledonia, the ancient celtic name for Scotland. As Bjorn stood over the crib of his little angel, he couldnt help but hope for a better future for his daughter. That night he left, to give himself up willingly to his Navy superiors after going AWOL for nearly 2 years. In time it blew over and he began sending money home to his loving wife and daughter Cali. But when Cali was 3 years of age, Moira recieved word that Bjorn had fallen in the line of duty.

Despite the grief that Moira had felt, she recieved the greatest gift her husband could have given. Years earlier he put out a navy life insurance policy on himself, in the hopes of providing for his family even in death. Moira, now a single mother could not bare to remain in that apartment that reminded her of her fallen hero and love. She did what she knew he would have wanted, moved to a nice neighborhood out on the Island where Cali could grow up away from the violence and filth of the lower east side. For a number of years they lived among friends in a Bungalo housing project in Rockaway Beach, the town of Cali's birth and when she had found a suitable home they picked up and moved on. They wanted the best for their baby girl...

MUSIC: Hippy Rock, Celtic, Dance, Folk.
FAV BANDS: Loreena Mckennit, Great Big Sea, The Chieftans, The Pogues.

STRENGTHS: Persevearance, strength, strong will and a strong constitution and resistance to toxins. (alchohol, etc.)

WEAKNESS': Moira, like her daughter, has a problem with Indulgence. Especially now that her daughter is fully self sufficient, she has the freedom to party it up like she was still 18, much to the dismay of her worried daughter.

PETS: none

SPORTS: Cricket

FOR FUN: Relaxing listening to music with a glass of Baileys Irish Cream or Whiskey. Hanging around with Cali and her friends (and sometimes playing a little.) And more recently, dating again.

INTERESTING FACTS: Despite her small size, Moira is one tough b*tch. The only guy that ever tried to mug her ended up suing HER for beating him to a bloody pulp. You dont mess with a scott!!

FAV FOOD: Hagis, Sausages and Mash, Corn Beef and Cabbage, Mexican food.

FAV COLOR: Green

FAV CLOTHING: The green wool sweater her mother gave her as a "dowry" of sorts.