Confrontation fragment

He clenched his fist, and muscles bulged and shifted - bones spreading and ratchetting into new positions to make room for a rapidly extruding carapace of armour and implanted weaponry.
Bensen back-pedalled away from him, swaying away from a dangerously fast-swung blow.



His own implants urged distance. The guard's transformation had been swift, plating major muscle groups with a thick carapace. The joints had a fibrous-looking covering too from what he could see. His clothing had obviously been tailored with a good degree of elasticity to cope with the changes.


A large spike protruded from the central knuckle of each transformed hand, and it was these that Bensen focussed on, keeping furniture between him and the guard.

Character Portrait - Benevici

Do you get those days when everything works out just that little bit more right that you hoped? Where coincidence and the kindness of strangers combine to get you where you need to be just in time, or provide that bit of information you couldn’t have gone on without?

Without knowing it, you may have been helped by the bodiless and multi-formed Benevici. Moving silently from mind to mind like a breeze, peering out from the eyes of animals, children and old men, this quiet angel helps make the world a better place one unseen miracle at a time.

Character Portrait - Lorca

Tall and wide in the sense that layers of fat and muscle were competing for prominence; Lorca presents a cocky and dangerously belligerent stance. Unlike many who do so, she is capable of following through on the implicit threat she shouts to the world, being deceptively fast and nimble. Her dress tends towards that of the outlaw – the biker woman with tattoos, patches and sharp filed teeth. She displays strength proportionate to her appearance, but far more dangerous is the fire that burns within her.

As a demon of destructive flame, Lorca’s passion can be channelled to heat and sear materials that come into contact with her. A favoured tactic is to heat a crowbar or similarly robust piece of ferrous or conductive metal and lay about her with wild abandon.

Her physical form however is not the most durable, being essentially a container for the fiery essence within her. Large traumas will gouge or tear holes in her apparently fleshy exterior to reveal a baked and flame-licked interior of charcoal-like material.

This means that she can be driven off or defeated through the destruction of her physical presence, but it is usually only a temporary retrieve. Like the hidden embers within a fire-gutted house, her flames tend to rise again if treated incautiously.