Pontoppidan

There isn't much to be known about the Academy's newest janitorial hire: an absolute cold fish who has the misfortune of being drop-dead gorgeous and somehow capable of advanced telekinesis. The rumor mill, being what it is, takes whatever it can get its hands on and runs with it: she might be a disgraced noble, a Red Pine spy, ...an apparition?! ...not that Pontoppidan has ever acknowledged or cared. However, she appreciates how it makes blending in that much easier. Being a homunculus with an octopus mind isn't conducive to having a personality. Granted, Pontoppdian's newly acquired human brain has allowed her octopean soul to gain the capacity for empathy, abstraction... and whatnot, but they are all just the baseline of human existence. Pontoppidan is not content with just the barest. She has seen other humans. She has seen Melquiades. They all lead such wonderful lives, Melquiades especially. The ageless gypsy has regaled the numerous stories of her old world, and she has marveled at the woman's sheer depth of experience, the emotional weight behind her flowery words, and the futures they suggest. Pontoppidan wants to be truly human. She has not quite grasped the route to such an ill-defined destination, nor has she truly understood what that would entail, but Melquiades has assured her that it will turn out all right, and if there's anyone for Pontoppidan to trust, it would be her. Another consequence of her otherworldly origins is that she hasn't quite "caught up" to her current world. She does not know much about Rela, its inhabitants, or its strictly formulaic magic. But she knows about Earth, Macondo and its Buendias founders, the Spanish and their stranded treasure ships, the gypsies and their wild miracles, the sands of Singapore, where Melquiades had supposedly "died",... Pontoppidan, then, serves as a bridge to another world, alien to Rela, but merely fantastical to us. Having no personality is conducive to keeping your cool, however, and Pontoppidan is cool as a cucumber. She's a girl of action, not of words, a maid of no-nonsense decorum, and the wearer of the most impressive poker face the world has ever seen. Pontoppidan has managed to pull off the image of the perfect, all-capable maid, and she has done so completely without knowing. The pristine veneer falls like a house of cards the moment Pontoppidan encounters whatever situation that lies outside the purview of house cleaning, wherein she's liable to act confused and clumsy due to her total inexperience. She might be a fast learner, but she has to learn first. Pontoppidan is notable for her handsiness, always touching something or even someone. On that note, Pontoppidan's curiosity is boundless, to the point of childlike, though her reserved demeanor obfuscates it well. - Pontoppidan seems to possess superb telekinesis, capable of manipulating half a dozen objects as naturally as breathing: a noticeable anomaly, considering the difficulty of the discipline and that she looks to be just a young unassuming janitor, but not entirely inconceivable... </Special abilities and quirks> - ...except that is not telekinesis. Rather, it's her four large completely invisible tentacles that are moving things around. Pontoppidan goes to great lengths to hide her additional appendages, which sprout from the small of her back - changing their color to blend into the environment seamlessly and only discreetly slithering them out from her clothes: from her sleeves, under her dress, etc. In idle, they can retract into Pontoppidan's body. - Pontoppidan's arms, legs, and four tentacles function independently as if they have different personalities. So separate are they that Pontoppidan is only first among equals within the "council of limbs", though she can forcefully wrest control over any of her limbs when needed. - Pontoppidan is exceptionally kinesthetic, so attuned to touch that she can grasp abstract information from brief contact alone, like people's mood or a book's content. However, this sensitivity often proves overbearing for her, turning the slightest sensory discomforts absolutely unbearable. - Moreover, her sophisticated sense of touch comes at the expense of her other senses. Notably, Pontoppidan is remarkably short-sighted and has to resort to rote memorization or, at worst, "feeling" her way in and out. She is often seen sticking close to walls since open spaces confound her sense of direction. - Pontoppidan possesses an unrivaled capacity for spatial memorization, to the point she not so much "sees" but "remembers" where she's going. - Pontoppidan's eyes are not only unnaturally purple, but their pupils are oblongs, like those of octopuses. - She tends to put everything into her mouth to investigate it, a carryover habit from her octopean nature. - Pontoppidan has three hearts. She only needs one to live, however. Better be safe than sorry, right? </Special physiology and quirks> Discounting the eccentricities of her appearance, Pontoppidan looks just like every other human, if drop-dead gorgeous. Most notable are her round violet eyes, covered under a pair of round violet-tinted glasses, imbued with magic making her oblong pupils appear normal. The cascades of her silky smooth jet black waist-long hair, trail down her curvy body: tall-statured, and well-developed in all the right places, especially her two buxom "ink sacs". Pontoppidan covers her shapely body with the modest ensemble for the Academy's female custodians: a long black servant dress paired with a frilly white apron flowing from the collar down.

Pontoppidan speaks very little as though her vocabulary inventory is limited to "hm", "nn", and monosyllabic words. Whenever she does speak, it's either in halting Common (Relan equivalent to English) or in a certain runaway disaster of a language. Strangely enough, she also has a habit of muttering exclamations in that linguistic trainwreck ("nå" which is similar to English "oh" or "ah", "puh..." which is similar to "phew...", "pyha..." which is similar to "that was close..."). If you haven't figured it out yet, it's Danish. IMPORTANT: Danish DOES NOT EXIST in Rela in ANY capacity! you and other Relans would interpret Danish as complete gibberish (well deserved).