imperial / metric
number
102
class
derelict
disposition
choleric
height
8 ft
length
10 ft, 11 in
weight
13,202 lbs
size variance
14%
I.Q.
220
core temp.
-
stability
98%
prevalence
42%
constancy
5%
longevity
120-130 days
no. appearing
1
vision type
near-far
language family
inarticulate
prefix tere suffix droni
vacuithane thanus
physical appearance

The teredroni (/ˈtɛɹədroʊni/) is a stranger that resembles a ragged sheet of fabric draped over an unseen form. Its body is made of a burlap-like material that ranges in color from grey to dull green, with staining or black marks in occasional individuals. Its limbs are thin, with small fingers, and its head hangs down between its front legs, while its limp and frayed tail hangs down between its back legs. It has a musty odor.

"It moved like it was glued to some invisible and massless shape, and though I could tug the ragged edges of its body, as whole, its form remained affixed in place. I tried tearing it, and while I could rip a few of the hanging scraps, the greater part of its form resisted all attempts to damage it. I put my knife through it, though, and it made a hole all the same, although the creature seemed unharmed. So, I cut from one end to the other, bisecting it longitudinally, and the whole thing collapsed into fabric by my feet." Ennes, Gonzalo. verbal statement

The teredroni cannot heal itself once damaged, and can be killed even with strong enough impacts to its form. It is not harmed by water, but does become soaked during rainy weather, at which points its movements grow heavier. The teredroni is flammable, albeit less so than might be expected, but otherwise resists heat and cold.

It speaks with a slow, groaning near-whisper, and its voice is always masculine in tone. It emits the sound of heavy, rasping breathing when not speaking, which reverberates and echoes off the walls around it.

environment and generation

The teredroni's disposition is weary but cruel. It is active only in the early morning hours, when mist fills the streets and human activity is at a minimum. Within its small territory, it walks from place to place carefully, pausing every few steps and pacing throughout the world with an ominous nature and a curiosity in spite of itself. Unable to turn its head, the teredroni rotates with small steps to stare at posters on alleyway walls or gaze out onto the unridden streets. When not in motion, it reaches through trash cans and into the small piles of urban detritus that line the streets in which it appears, moving in predictable patterns.

While each teredroni keeps a clearly defined territory, the edges of its range tend to overlap with neighboring individuals. When two teredroni meet, they stare, motionless, at each other for anywhere from a few seconds to several hours before both simultaneously continue on their way.

interactions with sensitives

The teredroni proves itself elusive1, and allows itself to be seen only by sensitives that are exhausted, intoxicated, or otherwise incapacitated2. It prolongs this exhaustion by causing a feeling of further light-headedness in its presence3.

1.
"I saw something there for just a second, then it dipped behind the corner; I ran the fifteen-foot distance and looked 'round, but I was alone." Dai, Sean. verbal statement
2.
"Avoiding the baseline, as it were." unsourced
3.
"Now beneath it, I had no choice but to be sloshed beneath the whispers of organs against my skull and a softness that wrapped itself sluiceways around the noggin. Yes, a subtle mutter. To have to know, what set us apart? So clearly different, they could have been us, and they had to know why they weren't." Callahan, Sari. The Magnates (Lost), 75

The teredroni displays loose inclinations of its own. Once a sensitive is appropriately inebriated, the teredroni positions itself over the subdued target and rolls it over, turns it over — inspecting. If the subject remains complacent, so too does the teredroni remain benevolent. But should the subject fight back, this is when the teredroni gives action, crippling its subject with self-destruction: if the target attacks the teredroni with their fists, the teredroni will place its hands upon these fists and make them invisibly "alien" from the sensitive's body, who then attempts to destroy this offending section of their self by whatever means necessary. If the subject levels a kick, their foot will similarly be made foreign, and so on.

Despite its relatively imposing form, it is still a timid beast in any other encounter.

"The grey morning's something lasts all day 'round here, seeps and retains by the buildings square bricks worn, cracking, slicky-peeled. So it's no wonder that's where I find myself most dawns, myself. The sky here never comes in gold, but rather's dusted on in chalkdust swirls through all that fog-half-smoke that bleaches everything in sight. I sit halfway in a puddle and the water soaks up through my trousers; gasp, choke, cigarette-hack, and then I'm wide-eyed, though my head it spins, it spins. No, it's become more than this..? And when my eyes scan up (so man'y half-sways from dirt to bin to brick) there's...I try to stand up and limp I go. So reduced to my own shame I crawl hand-o'er-o'er 'till I'm sure the dirt's smoothed over my knees and wrists but from the corner of my eyes, those grey step-step. A clenching of the teeth and then my spit loosens, foamies out my lips. Dry-heaving something grey and sludge, I'd been so unafraid of dying, even after all that fell." Callahan, Sari. The Magnates (Illuminated), 100

The teredroni displays reverent behaviours towards the corpses of sensitives, placing its body over them and protecting them from rain and other inclement conditions.

aging and death

The teredroni exhibits no signs of aging, beyond the accumulation of day to day wear-and-tear. When it reaches the end of its lifespan, it collapses to the ground with a sudden, silent loss of structure. Its corpse remains on the ground as a lifeless piece of fabric, and decays over time into ragged fibers. Other teredroni, when their paths lead them near the corpses of their fallen companions, move the fabric around with listless disinterest for several minutes before they wander off once more.

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