The Infernal Machine


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The Infernal Machine is just that, a would-be killing machine designed by demonic troublemakers untold eons ago. A robot built with science and magic, it has unusual qualities and abilities derived from these origins, but at the same time a generally kindly soul that is naive to the ways of humanoid societies. It's trying to learn though, and growing more intelligent and dangerous as it does so.


Robotic Construction: at it's heart, the Infernal Machine is a robot, though one who spontaneously manifested a soul and came on-line by itself. Though built with both sorcerous and mechanical sciences, it was based on a physical, robotic shell designed to be physically intimidating and inherently inorganic. This strange, steel robot with a thaumaturgical heart has the following, incredible abilities:

* Body Armor (s): the Infernal Machine is built from materials far more exotic than iron, but it looks steely in appearance, if somewhat rusty. It possesses +3 protection from attack, which is enough to give even its demonic creators / victims pause when it wades into a fight, both fists swinging madly - and this before it makes use of its supplemental protection!

* Environmental Independence (s): no one has really managed to figure out just what fuel the Infernal Machine requires, but it doesn't seem to need any that is readily obvious. It can drink milk (and really likes to), but doesn't seem to require any, and has been operational for months without any maintenance or the like. It can be considered to wield this powers at intensity 30, at least for the time being.

* Invulnerability to Organic Disease and Toxins (s): as a robot, the Infernal Machine is resistant to organic disease completely, having total immunity to such. It possesses similar protection to the poisons that would hobble organic beings, allowing it to tread where mere men fear to. However, the Machine is not completely immune to corrosion, as its frame shows some rust; it's resistance to such is only +5.

Aura / Fire (a): supplementing both its offense and defense, this ability allows the Infernal Machine to surround itself with a searing nimbus of flames. This sheath of fiery energies functions at intensity 10, inflicting like blazing damage to whoever is foolish enough to touch it - or when it's feeling surly, whoever it touches. While active, the Infernal Machine has +5 resistance to fire attacks.

Portal (i): an ability the Infernal Machine didn't even know it had at first, this power allows it to construct a doorway between its current plane of existence and another, functioning at intensity 10. Wielding this power, it can travel to any random dimension with ease (easy difficulty), though other realms may require a bit more effort in the transition (challenging difficulty).

Hindrances / Augmentations:

Bruiser: large, imposing and possessed of staggering strength, the Infernal Machine is nonetheless not a very skilled fighter. In melee combat, it must use its Agility (including for trumps) for the purposes of actually hitting someone in combat, though Strength is still used to calculate how much damage is inflicted when it does manage to connect. It hits rarely in a fight, but when it does... look out!

Naive: despite its fearsome visage and infernal origins, the Infernal Machine is really rather naive to the ways of the worlds, whether they be humanoid or otherwise. Though it's trying to catch up fast, the Infernal Machine is at zero (0) for the purposes of making or avoiding surprise attacks, and it must always declare its actions first on each exchange - its motives are usually that obvious.






The Infernal Machine has not really been alive all that long, even if it has existed for untold eons. Upon its self-activation, it began to gain a considerable amount of diabolical enemies, and has really only made a few friends to date - namely, Pincer Penny and the Devil-blasted Man, both being its fellows in the Triumvirate of Tribulation. It may make more friends in time, but then it's awfully child-like in demeanor.


Vestige of Humanity: though it knows it is not human, the Infernal Machine strives to be more like humans - or at least the humans it adores. It likes to think people will eventually accept it based on the merits of its deeds, not its origins or its bizarre and intimidating appearance, and as such goes out of its way to be kind to all non-demonic entities it encounters every day.


The Infernal Machine was built into a vaguely humanoid form by beings who likely thought that a humanoid being should look like something else entirely. It has long, cylindrical arms and legs, with improbable ball joints for elbows and knees that somehow work. Its shoulders consist of large rusty gears that rotate when its arms move, and its head has a demonic face plate and a steam whistle on the back.


The Infernal Machine is a naive sort, not having a lot of practical experiences to draw on to wield what others typically consider 'common sense'. At the same time, it is immensely powerful and willing to help out those who help him, which makes him a great ally for Penny and company - and a terrible foe of anyone foolish enough to get on their bad side. It also has a distinct craving for milk and a deep loathing of demons.

Real Name: the Infernal Machine
Occupation: bounty hunter
Legal Status: citizen of Planet T with a minor criminal record
Marital Status: single (Planet T recognizes the right of all sentients to be miserable in marriage)
Alias(es), if any: none
Group Affiliation: the Triumvirate of Tribulation

Height: 6' 6.66"
Hair: inapplicable
Eyes: blue-white, glowing
Weight: 666 lbs
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: the Infernal Machine looks like an improbable robot built from various rusting components. Its limbs are cylindrical approximations of humanoid arms and legs, its shoulders consist of strange, oversized gears that rotate to and fro when its arms move, and it has a large whistle on the back of its head that gives off steam when it gets excited or exerts itself.


A long time ago, a nameless race of demonic life forms got the itch to build themselves an army of mechanical monstrosities, unliving terrors with which they could slay their many enemies - with no undue risk to their own sorry selves. Plenty of research both technological and arcane was made in this regard, and over time a prototype was finally constructed - though its creators never got to see if it worked.

Annihilated by their enemies before they could do so, the strange, diabolical robot they constructed lay dormant for untold eons, its owners, the land around it, and even the physical laws of nature in its vicinity changing time and time again. The machine may've never came on-line, the secrets of its creation and operation lost to dust, save for a random twist of fate; for reasons unknown, the killing machine awoke on its own.

The area around it currently unoccupied, the machine walked the broken, hellish lands of its birth for quite some time, and left to its own devices it began to make decisions all its own; even if someone wanted to command it, nothing living knew how to go about doing so correctly at any rate. Stomping around until it encountered local sentients, the machine was instantly attacked by them, and forced to defend itself.

Making up its mind at this point that it did not like demons (imagine that), the machine began a single-minded campaign of extermination, ranging far and wide through the blasted plains of the plane of its birth and killing everything it could get its hands on. Ultimately it bit off more than even it could chew however, and would have been deactivated if not for the intervention of the bounty hunter known as Pincer Penny.

She was on plane with her minion, the Devil-blasted Man, hunting some sort of diabolical target at her urging, and those two happened across the rather large squad that had been tasked with the Machine's destruction. Since it seemed to suit everyone's ends, Pincer Penny and her cohort then rescued the hulking robot and went on their merry way to kill their target. Little did they know that the machine they'd saved followed them.

As it turned out, their target was a lot tougher than they'd expected, and the duo was almost destroyed themselves - but the hellish robot appeared at the last minute, saving them and completing their job at the same time. Thankful, Penny offered to take the machine away from there and to her home, on the expansive artificial universe known as Planet T. Not wanting to battle more demons any time soon, it happily accepted.

Once it'd arrived on Planet T, the machine began a long journey of self-discovery and self-identification, ultimately choosing to call itself the Infernal Machine, thanks to its diabolical origins. It also developed an overwhelming lust for milk. Lacking a job, it found it needed to make money to satisfy its dairy cravings, and to this end the Machine found its way back to the office maintained by Pincer Penny.

Asking for a job so it could afford milk, Penny decided to go along with this strange robot's request, and hired it on as muscle like she had with the Devil-blasted Man. Now making enough money to afford all the milk it could ever want, the Infernal Machine grew happier by the day, even as it went about the business of hunting rogue mutants and demons with its cohorts in the newly named Triumvirate of Tribulation!

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