So basically, I'm working on a character design for a guy who has become the master of what I'm calling a 'Hell Forge.' I've mentioned this before on the forums, but I'll go over it here for clarity.

This Hell Forge is a pocket dimension of hell, if you will, that's sole purpose is to create weapons infused with all of the suffering and hate imaginable that it's gathered up over the millennia. Think an evil blacksmith factory that literally does nothing but pump out hardware all the time, constantly testing and improving.

My character, through the rituals of a cult, has been made 'Master' of this forge, which means he gets access to its full arsenal of various pointy objects. Not to mention, this cult is now introducing modern weapons to the Forge, meaning that it's starting to produce hell's own particular brand of firearms, up to/including molten-bullet spewing miniguns. In order to bring these devices of death into our world though, the 'Master' has to use his own blood as a catalyst in an ancient ritual to open up a portal directly into the Forge, out of which the "willing and happy workers" of the Forge dump their handiwork, supplying him with whatever tool he needs for whatever given situation. He can basically 'rip' weapons out of thin air, making him extremely versatile in a combat situation.

He's also turned this arrangement into a tidy little business venture, supplying demonic-infused guns to many different gangs and terrorist groups. This has made him fairly wealthy, as you can imagine. I mean, you can buy normal flamethrowers... or you can buy flamethrowers that spit Hellfire and can sear flesh from bone nearly instantly.

Of course, as with most dealings with hell, there's a catch. You see, there have been many Forge Masters before... All through human history, someone has held the reigns, but a price is always exacted. The more you use the Forge, the longer in the end your soul will have to serve it. The Forge is filled with the ghosts of its former 'Masters,' all slaving to keep the demonic machines roaring, dumping corpses into the furnaces to power the creation of infinite weapons, forever doomed to serve the will of the Forge.

Obviously, the Forge Master is a no-brainer in terms of naming conventions here, but I'd love to come up with something a little more original than that.