Name: Torelm
Race: Demon Lord
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, he was born in the time of the ancients.
Class: Alchemist

Description:



Torelm is the giant of demons standing at a whopping 5.5 metres tall. His skin is a faded reddish brown color and if in the right angle of the sun makes him look like he is on fire. His deep brown eyes sit finely on his head.
His arms are very muscular and powerful from his fighting days and are covered in little insets which are filled in shadows. His fingers are fairly long and instead of the usual 3 joints there are 4 on the fingers and 3 on the thumbs.
Most find Torelm’s lack of legs scary and frightful which is exactly what he wants them to feel. But the few who don't find it a weakness in his mighty structure.

Personality: A fiery spirit lies within Torelm. He's very energetic in and out of battle. His charismatic personality sometimes fools people to his true intentions which generally results in something fatal. He is very talkative, even for a demon lord, yet his sly cunning and knowledge outwits all who have crossed him. His past almost always pops into his head which creates such a powerful surge of anger that he sometimes throws mad fits and hurts everyone in sight, be they friend, foe or completely innocent bystanders.

History: Torelm was born into a very civilized region and his parents were quite wealthy, having inherited relatives money and belongings and selling them. They did not believe in magic, alchemy or anything which seemed to be from a story. They forced these beliefs onto Torelm from the moment of his first word, 'Alchemy'. He didn't know what they were talking about as he was too young to understand.

A few years after Torelm spoke the word alchemy, he was old enough to go to school with other children. They were all as lively and energetic as any child was but they were talking about alchemy, magic and psychic powers. Torelm had no clue as to what they were because of his parents and asked one of the kids "Hey, what’s alchemy?" The kid answered "It's a type of magical force which enables us to manipulate the very elements of the earth, such as fire and water." Torelm was very fascinated by this information and asked the kid if he knew anyone in town that would be able to teach him alchemy. The kid pointed out a man by the name of Spiros who lived in on the outskirts of town in a rundown shack with a sphere of fire and electricity hovering above the door.

A few days later Torelm set off for Spiros’ house and knocked on the door. Moments later a rugged looking man with flaming bolts of lightning circling around his head and looked down at him and said “Hey boy, are ya lost?” Torelm was silent for a while but then pipped up “No sir, I was told by a friend that you could teach me alchemy, was he correct?" Spiros looked at the kid, then waved his hand over the kids head, a sphere materialized over his head, inside it was filled with flames and lightning. Spiros immediately knew that this was no ordinary child. "Yes, your friend was very much correct young one, what is your name?"

"Torelm sir." Torelm spoke nervously.

"Ah, Torelm. That name is familiar, its..." Spiros stopped talking, this boy, he was the brother of his last apprentice, the apprentice who had died under his teaching. Could he really risk banishment for another death of those rich peoples children. It was a huge risk, he would have to be more careful this time. Teach him how to use alchemy, nothing more. That is all.

"Young Torelm, I will teach you under two conditions. One, you do not tell anyone of this and two, you do not practise alchemy outside of my house until I say so, do you think this is reasonable?"

"Yes sir, I can do that."

"Good, let us begin tomorrow at midday, I'll keep this sphere here until you are ready to harness its powers young one" And with those words Torelm walked out of Spiros' house and went home for the night.

Torelm woke early the next morning very excited about what was going to happen today, he was going to begin learning the ways of alchemy. He lay on his bed, looking up at his ceiling. Everything seemed perfectly normal til a bolt of lightning struck down from the ceiling and hit right next to his head. There was no sign of a cloud or anything to cause such a thing to happen, but it did and Torelm was worried.

He tried to put the lightning to the back of his mind and focus on the day ahead of him, new things to learn, secrets to unveil in himself and best of all, a cursed life to begin.

His day went about normally from when he got up to have breakfast with his parents, to when he went out to be with his friends. Everything was fine. He was having fun then he heard the clocktower start ringing for midday. He started to pack up his things, say bye to his friends and made his way to Spiros' house. He walked up to the door and knocked on it once again and just like last time it opened moments later, Spiros was standing there in the most weirdest clothes today, at least they looked like clothes...kind of. Flaming shirt and pants and a lightning hat. Not your everyday outfit, but obviously it was just to show Torelm what alchemy could do.

"You like my new outfit Torelm? This is only a fraction of what can be achieved with alchemy. But enough of the talk of what can be done, lets begin with your skills, do you know if you can do anything so far?"

Torelm thought for a moment then remembered this morning, but was it worth mentioning. He decided he should tell him. "Well this morning I think I made a bolt of lightning strike down from my ceiling and hit right next to my head."

"Ah, so you can do magic, that will come in handy then dear boy. You should try focus today, on making fire for starters. Exactly the same way you made the lightning, but think fire. Go ahead, try it."

Torelm put out his hand and within seconds a ball of fire, the size of a football had managed to appear out of nowhere. Torelm, amazed at this began moving his hand to see if the ball would follow him. It did, and soon he was thinking of Spiros' clothes. How flames could be manipulated like that. To his joy, the flames grew and began to spread around him in the shape of clothes.

Spiros stood at him in disbelief, this was no ordinary kid, far superior than his brother, and very soon himself. Spiros told Torelm that was enough for today and sent him home.

Day after day, Torelm returned to Spiros to learn more and more. Torelms friends were starting to get suspicious. He kept leaving at exactly the same time and didn't return to play with them. One day one of them asked Torelm where he kept going. Torelm said he couldn't say much but showed them a fireball and turned it into a flaming version of himself. He told them that they couldn't tell anyone about this or else he wouldn't be able to learn anymore. This, was the biggest mistake of his life.

A few days later one of his friend parents had come over for a chat with Torelms parents. They said things Torelm did not want to hear, that he was practising alchemy and magic and similar things. His friend had told, this was the end of his lessons, the end of his alchemy. After his friends parents had left his own parents sat him down and talked to him about what he was doing, told him he was to forget everything "that old man" had taught him and that he was not allowed outside the house for a week.

This was one of the shortest weeks ever, Torelm hadn't lasted even a day before he cracked. He had enflamed himself and burnt his house to the ground, killing his parents in the process. At the tender age of 7, Torelm was already too dark to turn back now, he continued his rampage by burning his friends house, the one who had turned him in. After that he went straight to Spiros' house, only to find him dead, skewered up against the wall, in his hand he was clutching Torelm's sphere from his first visit. Torelm grabbed it and bid his master farewell.

He stormed out of the door of Spiros' house to find about 20 guards waiting for him. Without thinking of what he was about to do, a gigantic Maestorm was cast from his sphere, burning the guards to a pile of dark poisonous ashes. With them out of the way he robbed the food stores, left the city and was never heard from again.

As the years went by, Torelm grew more and more evil. Towns and cities had been burnt to the ground in his rampage. He was going to stop at nothing to purge the world of everything. Since he was already a loner, living in isolation suited him fine. He stole the food he needed before burning the towns to the ground. If there was any resistance his sphere would protect him. Harnessing the dark powers it possessed.

He finally reached a town most peculiar to him. For unlike the rest, this one had many people who were using magic openly. This cheered him up slightly. He walked into the town and asked around for anyone that could help him with his sphere. To his disappointment there was no one here at all who knew about the sphere. He left the city and did not burn it, they did magic, thats all they needed to live.

A few more years went by, more towns destroyed, no answers gained. He was growing extremely impatient with everyone and was beginning to torture them before killing them, the screams and blood excited him and made him crave more and more.

20 long years had passed since he had burnt his home to the ground. He didn't have anything left to do, as he stood on a tall mountain, looking out over the destruction he had caused. He began to think, was it all worth it, the pain he had caused, the deaths of thousands of innocent people. All of it just because his parents had said no more alchemy. Who was he kidding, it was so worth it. He was now the strongest person alive. Nothing could stand in his way, and if they did they would be gone before the next sunrise. With nothing to do, Torelm went away, far away. To an island in the middle of the ocean, he was going to train for years and years.

During his time training, he forgot about food and many other vital things that he needed to survive and got incredibly sick. A few days after getting sick he could no longer take the pain and shocked himself with lightning til he died. Thus taking him straight to the pits of hell. Here he did nothing but cause havoc and make a name for himself. Torelm, the King of Alchemy. He destroyed some of the mightiest demons here and undertook some major transformations, performing dark rituals to enhance his body. Making him one of the most powerful demons ever to walk the pits of hell.

Years after he had become a top ranking demon lord he had been cursed by something sinister and was told he would lose all of his powers. God had heard this curse and offered Torelm a deal. In order to retain his powers he must take on a new curse, binding his soul to a gem, a topaz and to live on he overworld, protecting it from anyone who should try to steal it. Torelm reluctantly accepted his charge and was transported immediately to a remote place of the world. He was put into hibernation until the time arose when he needed to defend his topaz which was fused into his heart. That day has yet to come around...

Written by: Zane