Editing Campaign:METALSLUG/Unquenchable Forge of Copper and Gold (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:''' [[Exalted/METALSLUG|METAL SLUG]]
'''Name:''' Unquenchable Forge of Copper and Gold <br/>
'''Concept:''' Obsessive Mechanic <br/>
'''Caste:''' Twilight <br/>
'''Motivation:''' Create a device powerful enough to end all wars <br/>
'''Positive intimacies:''' Her inventions (SHE LOVES EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL SPECIAL), Building Things, Carbonated Beverages <br/>
'''Negative intimacies:''' <br/>
'''Anima:'''An ring of the Five Magical Materials wreathed in golden-blue lightning superimposed over her body, Orichalcum in the middle  <br/>
'''Experience:''' 0/0 <br/>

=== Background ===
Unquenchable Forge was a mechanic working under the command of the Lookshyan military's Research and Development department, tasked with the (excessively-dangerous) job of recovering and testing, and in some cases, performing minor repairs on newly-discovered artifacts. Her superiors seldom so much as batted an eye in her direction (except in the rare cases that something exploded or killed someone, which oddly enough resulted in a considerable pay raise for her efforts), until an incident where she was sent to investigate a lost First-Age war manse in search of new designs. 

Deep within the old manse's control room, the inquisitive engineer was digging around in the mainframe wiring. Cut line Y-32 to shut down the defense systems, then start looking for the rest of the cache. But wait, what if she re-wired Y-32 into the Intelligence Vector, and then reversed the polarity? Then the building wouldn't just shut down its defenses, it'd do what SHE wanted! Fucking brilliant! 

Three weeks passed. Forge had already used up her rations for the trip, though rat-on-a-stick didn't taste too bad with the right seasoning. Why'd the old owner have to encrypt everything, anyway? She'd had to bust the whole damn thing open, take it apart, then put it back together the right way before she could even begin properly! An ecstatic glee filled her bloodshot eyes as she fastened the last bolt, a golden half-circle blaring to life as she grinned, slamming her fist down on the Manse's power switch. The lights in the room flickered to life, a disembodied voice suddenly addressing her in the Old Tongue: <What is your command, M'Lady?> 

"...Uhn...Yeah...where's the bed around here?" 

Three days of exploring later, she finally found the artifact cache she was looking for. Except now, it was hers, and she could do what she saw fit with it.

....As soon as she made some minor adjustments. 

A few weeks passed as she became acquainted with the manse's structure and powers, eventually discovering an old cache of sorcerous studies in its otherwise-decrepit literary archives. Losing herself again, she spent many more weeks learning the art, at which point Lookshy had already assumed her long-dead on the expedition and filed away the manse as extremely dangerous for the time being. That was fine, though, because she had already thrown away her reliance on their support for resources and projects. 

=== Appearance ===
Unquenchable Forge is a small girl, standing at around five feet and four inches tall, bearing Caucasian features, chestnut hair lazily tied into a frazzled ponytail, a plain white shirt, and a pair of musty brown work overalls a size too large for herself. On her head is a standard-issue hardhat of Lookshyan make, and her belt is lined with numerous tools, gadgets, not to mention the incredibly-weighty Solar Cannon strapped around her back and easily as twice as large as she is. On her arms are a pair of ornate, golden bracelets, and clipped to her shirt collar is a small tab - built for projecting protective essence fields in dangerous situations.