Editing Campaign:Enfolding Ice/Giselle Vonflamme (section)

=== Background ===
Giselle is a native Lookshyan, born of a family of well-known citizen engineers; the Gens Vonflamme. She was the family's prodigy, their brightest star. As a girl, she was encouraged to follow in the family trade of maintaining the various powered armours of the Seventh Legion, given every piece of literature on the subject her family could get a hold of. However, her natural brilliance and inborn talent saw her on her way to better things than simple maintenance. She wanted to build the future.

Giselle was accepted into a machinist's salon at the tender age of 13, and proceeded to astound her instructors with her keen mind and incisive observations on the nature and manufacture of magitech. She was soon transferred to another salon, each time absorbing all she could before being sent to another salon or school, until she ended up in the most prestigious of all Lookshy's machinist schools.

She spent several years there, with much of her time spent in the libraries of the school, and thoroughly impressed her teachers with her ability to absorb and comprehend the material put in front of her. Her social life suffered, not that she minded overly much. She was friendly with many people, if not actually friends, preferring the company of her books and projects to loud, noisy people who got in the way of things and blocked her light or tried not to snicker at her ideas.

This attitude didn't change much, except to grow a slight caustic edge, when she graduated and went into service with the Lookshy military, maintaining and inspecting the suits of gunzosha armour. It did change when she met a young gunzosha named Cretul Pratka, who was quiet, likable, and listened eagerly to her rambling theories, even if he didn't understand them. She enjoyed explaining things to him, especially when she took on a research project or built small wonders, or needed Lookshy custom explained to him. She still preferred it when he was gone, just, not as much as when other people were absent.

An accident during one of her side projects cost her both hands and much of her forearms. She had taken apart a damaged Essence engine left in her care by a Dragon-Blooded officer and was about to open the core when it exploded violently, shredding her arms up to the elbow. It would have killed her if she hadn't been wearing her mask and other protective gear, but she ended up in the infirmary for weeks while she recovered. Her supervisor fought to keep her on staff, along with the young Pratka until he was called away on a mission, and personally crafted her a set of replacement hands.

During her convalescence, she saw visions of a set of golden hands, beautiful and practical at once. The designs unfolded in her mind as she slept, the images bathed in the gentle glow of the setting sun. In the last week of her recovery, she began begging for paper and ink so she could put her designs down. Every assistant sent to her, though, wasn't up to the task of drawing what she saw in her mind, and she brusquely dismissed them. She was left to simmer in frustration until her supervisor came with her new hands.

Disappointed was an understatement, but she allowed them to be put on her. The moment the last piece was in place, she bolted from the infirmary and ran to the workshops. She shouldered past everyone until she came to her workbench and began feverishly putting together the golden hands she saw in her dreams. Her iron fingers blurred, the leather pulleys creaked, and the gears whined in protest at her pace. She paid them no mind, instead pulling off each piece and replacing it with a new piece of the hands of gold.

As the last gear fell into place, the rays of the setting sun bathed her in their warmth. The voice of the Unconquered Sun spoke in her mind; "<b>WELL DONE,</b>" he said, and filled her with the spark of Exaltation. Smiling, she collapsed on her workbench, exhausted. As she slept, she dreamed of thousands of clockwork things, all working for the benefit of mortals everywhere. War was eliminated, as want had been done away with, and she was sitting at the top of a glorious golden clockwork tower, smiling radiantly on the peaceful land. "<b>THIS I CHARGE YOU WITH,</b>" said the voice of the Unconquered Sun as the dreams ended.

She woke up in the infirmary again, the smiling face of her supervisor hovering over her, telling her she'd been out for nearly a month. Shocked, she looked down at her hands, and was relieved to find the beautiful things were real. Then, she remembered her vision, and leapt out of bed, grabbing whatever she could, draining her savings, and all but sprinting for the North. She knew that there were things hidden in the north, things that would help her build the future.