Today, I am just one face among many, a single individual amidst the masses that ebb and flow throughout this great city. You might tell me that I belong to an ancient and powerful family. You might tell me that I'm rich. You might even tell me that I don't deserve to be here, and that I should live according to my privilige, with servants at my every beck and call. I would tell you that you're mistaken, that the girl you described came to Republic City a week ago, and was never seen again.
Were you to persist, you might go on to describe my youth. Supposedly, I was born on a small island chain south east of the Fire Nation capital as the second heir to the Aiska dynasty; a powerful family with a history stretching back centuries. The Aiska are notoriously traditionalist, supporting a strictly isolationist policy throughout the 100 year war, into the founding of this city, and to the present day; summarily refusing to cooperate with Fire Lord Ozai and each Avatar following his fall-- often paying the price. The family has lost its reach and influence as the years have drawn on, becoming no more than a shadow of its former self, and leaving the question of its future entirely up to its newest members. Growing up in such a household surely wouldn't have been so bad, despite the pressure of succession, and you would insist that I was a happy child, and that I got on particularly well with my older brother. You might take this opportunity to tell me that he would love to see me again. I would ignore you.
Were you to continue to persist, you might go on to describe some more recent events. You would mention, with genuine regret in your voice, that in fact my father was no man of the Fire Nation. No, instead, I am the daughter of an earth bender; this evil man having seduced my mother, and lead to the disgrace of my house. Indeed, I had hid my abilities for as long as I had known them, at my mother's whim, and in fright of what might happen were they discovered. Until last year, no one knew. My brother and I were groomed for leadership, preparing to take the reigns of a family with a bright past, but a dim future. Of course, when my foolish father was eventually caught, he explained everything, and such dreams were shattered forever. The Aiska family's remaining power and respect declined rapidly for, how could a house that put such an emphasis in heritage and tradition allow itself to be polluted by the blood of a lowly earth bender? Of course, that pollution would be me, and I quickly became convinced that remaining there could only be damaging to my health. Disavowed and dispossessed, now with a warrant on my head, there was only one way forward.
You would tell me that I arrived a week ago at the city dock. You would explain that the warrant has been lifted, and that I have been accepted back into the Aiska family. I would tell you that you lie and again repeat the self evident truth: that girl, the girl with this story, came to Republic City a week ago, and was never seen again. Maybe she is dead, maybe a victim of the ever present gangs, or maybe she simply doesn't want to be seen again. Or perhaps she is sitting here right in front of you, in which case you are already dead.
Since arriving in Republic City, and after finding little success in odd jobs and tasks in the streets, Mae has used her unusual knack for remaining unseen to engage in businesses she might refer to as "moving objects from A to B and sometimes into the C". Specifically, she specializes in stealing contracted items, smuggling others (and sometimes bodies) and, when necessary, providing indirect muscle to patrons. Strictly speaking her actions make her a criminal, but she doesn't consider herself as such, and rather deflects the blame to her employers.
Mae has recently returned from a trip to the Southern Wastes, slightly wealthier, and with a measure of inspiration.