Appearance

MAC has spent a large portion of her life on The Heap, an almost planet-sized collection of trash. She is dirty and wears plain, yet durable leather clothes. She has dark hair and heavily tanned skin. She carries with her a large bag (and lots of smaller bags) that holds what seems like anything you could possibly ever need along with an assortment of instruments that she has crafted herself.
She has strange purple markings on her hand that almost seem to glow and shift colors but she has no idea what it is or where it came from. She wears a mish-mash of jewelry found on The Heap but one ring is much finer than the others and is certainly gold.
Her most endearing trait is the song that she is constantly humming. She’s known it since she can remember but can’t recall the words, only the melody. Strange thing is that while everyone recognizes the song, to each person it is a different song…

Background

MAC has been on The Heap for a very long time, she lost count years ago. She was born on Eberron on the continent of Khorvaire in the towering city of Sharn. Her family, House Cannith dominates trade and manufacturing for the Capital City. Housed deep beneath the impossibly tall towers of Sharn lay The Cogs, the final layer of Sharn before you hit the lava pools of Fernia itself. Drawing upon the fires and heat of the lava pools, House Cannith laid their roots and built their forges, solidly placing themselves as the root of all manufacturing in Sharn and beyond.
MAC’s father, Baron Merrix d’Cannith invented the warforged and thrust her family even further into the spotlight in Sharn. It was expected that his daughter would follow in his footsteps and continue the legacy of creation and innovation. However, during her education and training in the ways of House Cannith, MAC struggled. She tried and tried and tried but could not understand the tools and brute force needed to create as her house had for so long. She failed all her exams and her father constantly let her know how much of a disappointment she was to his great house.
On her 13th birthday, she awoke to a strange mark on her right hand. She rushed to her mother to ask for help, finding her at the breakfast table with her father. When she showed them her hand, her father flew into a rage as she had never seen before. Screaming things like “impossible” “what had he done to deserve this?” and “Is this the doom of his great house?” MAC couldn’t understand why he was so mad or what on eberron he was going on about, she just needed help with her hand. Her mother quickly told her to go to her room and not to come out until she was told to. Fearing the wrath of her father, MAC spent the entirety of her birthday in her room, not once daring to even crack her door.
After finally finding a restless sleep that night, she was awoken in pitch-black darkness to a hand over her mouth and a quick blow to the back of her head. Next thing she knew, she woke up on The Heap, bloodied, beaten, and probably presumed dead. She had nothing but the clothes on her back and the strange mark on her hand that seemed to have started it all.