3 ft, 11 in
16 ft, 9 in
1,317 lbs
size variance
core temp.
1-5 years
no. appearing
physical appearance

The tindromi (/'tɪndroʊmi/) is a purple-eyed and metal-skinned stranger, whose sinewy, muscled body remains trapped within the cruel confines of its outer surface, leaving the stranger immobile, but not inanimate. Its flesh is interspersed with copper and alumnium wires, and though it lacks a mouth opening, the tindromi does possesses an oral cavity filled with glistening black teeth and a tongue that always laps at the gums, and culminating in a bundle of knotted flesh deep within the throat.

The tindromi's trapped flesh can be sliced apart with little more than a kitchen knife, and it heals from its wounds with oozing (but not endless) vigour. As it ages, even minor bruises to the flesh grow tumorous and leathery beneath the plates. This outer surface, though durable, is not invulnerable to rust, which tends to lead to an early death for many individuals.

The tindromi's voice is completely monotone, droning, and gravely in its distortion. It starts off with its own crude language, though its vocabularity grows larger (if non-grammatical) following exposure to human speech, whether such exposure comes from direct contact with sensitives or the wafer-thin warbles of a cheap five-year-old radio balanced on a tin shelf above a garage work desk.

environment and generation

The tindromi appears in industrial interior spaces, such as warehouses, garages, and the open halls of half-empty factories. Its generation is made more likely by cool temperatures, slight breezes, and metal – stacked in sheets, molded into car hoods, or shredded into scrap piles. It does not appear above the ground floor of a building, but would not go unseen in a basement.

It starts off small, and grows upwards with a wrenching twist, the sounds of its scraping plates scraping through the space. Mature within the hour, it does not move from its point of generation.

"It's still there, in the back room of that garage with sign out front for "Cole's Auto and Transmission" (but I don't think that place has been open for years). This part isn't a surprise - it's not like it can move on its own, after all."
Lang, Sandra. private journal entry

Trapped within its metal form, the tindromi's personality shows itself only through its frothing desperation. Its muscles seeth, twitch, and pulse, but mobility is never achieved beyond the highly infrequent scraping of two plates. Despite this, the tindromi remains constant in its effort, resting only to heal the strains and tears placed upon its flesh in the process.

"I feel kind of bad for it. It can't move, and it seems like it's in a lot of pain. I was there for forty minutes, trying to figure out if I could do anything. It doesn't even seem to have any effects. And I would feel kind of bad about pulling the metal off to see what it's like underneath."
Lang, Sandra. private journal entry
interactions with sensitives

The tindromi cries out in the presence of a sensitive – though its language remains unintelligible, its emotional tone is no different than a person crying out for help. Yet, its pain cannot be assauged – removing the plates results in fatal wounds to the stranger, and no amount of tender stroking can still its struggles.

In fact, the only thing that does quiet a tindromi is physical violence. A battered tindromi wheezes, but seems placated – at least, until their injuries recover, at which point the struggle begins again.

"Today, there were a few new locks on the door. I managed to break in through a window, but I think there's someone else using this place for some kind of...thing. I'm not sure, actually. The stranger was still there, but it had a bunch of weird marks on it, and some tubes sticking out from between the metal plates, like someone had been draining something from it.

I thought we were the only sensitives in the's kind of scary to think of someone else being out there. But it's even worse to think about someone we know doing this..."
Lang, Sandra. private journal entry

The tindromi does have a potential influence upon sensitives around them, causing magnetic waves to be physically felt underneath the skin for a period of several days to a week. A low level of sensation is present at all times, and though not unpleasant, can grow overwhelming – while a plastic alphabet magnet might elicit a tingling jolt when placed upon the skin, proximity to industrial magnets or other strong fields quickly becomes unbearable. The effect remains constant in its strength until disappearing in an instant, and without lasting symptoms.

The conditions for this effect, however, remain impossible to trigger, and remain unexpressed in all instances.

interactions between tindromi

Groups of tindromi display a far greater emotional range than lone individuals. They cry out to one another much as they do towards a sensitive – unlike their appeals towards human beings, however, inter-strain interactions grow gradually more aggressive, as though trying to both yell over and quiet down their "companions".

Though the tone escalates at a gradual pace, over a long enough time, all individuals within a group grow permanently contentious – antagonistic towards even a sensitive that encroaches upon their discord.

aging and death

As the years pass, cumulative injuries and aging tissues dull the tindromi's fervent desperation. Its muscles become knotted, its struggles give way to breathy in-and-exhalations, and the accumulation of fluids and grime between the tindromi's flesh and metal exterior becomes a breeding ground for all manner of infection. It spasms only in infrequent pulses, until it can no longer move at all.

The tindromi dies with a sudden softening of the muscles, and one last lamentating cry. Its flesh liquifies over the next four to five days, this slippery grey fluid foaming and bubbling out from the gaps between its rapidly rusting, splitting metal rings. Though the metal remains far longer than the flesh, it too decays within the month, turning from ferrous tin to brown keratin, which crumbles to dirt when touches.

"I went back the window is boarded up, too. I couldn't get inside, but I did manage to look in, just for a moment. Yeah...this place is definitely off limits from now on. I couldn't really tell what was going on, but there were some really strange noises. I couldn't hear much, but...we're not the only group of sensitives in the city.

Poor metal guy, though. (Or girl. Or whatever.) I was hoping they might do something good...I guess we can't find out now. But we've got that big raid coming up. Now I'm just hoping that this Saqui person comes through..."
Lang, Sandra. private journal entry