To say that the admissions officer was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The previous day had been bad, even for someone in his line of work. All he needed to do was look around his office to find ample evidence of that. First there was the missing door. Then there was the gaping hole in the wall where what he assumed was a Wyvern of some kind had burst in to deliver its master’s admission form. And then there was the carpet… He didn’t even want to [i]think[/i] about the carpet… Yes, the previous day had been so hellishly traumatic that he couldn’t manage to get even a single hour’s sleep without being beset by nightmares of flaming guinea pigs stabbing him repeatedly, before hopping on an iceberg and riding it into the maw of a moon with a demented girl’s face. And now today had begun with an admissions form being handed to him by a slimy tentacle reaching out from a portal, which had formed inside his outer ear… This had been followed by a glimmer of hope (that most fiendish of all instruments of torture), in the form of a polite and highly accomplished scion of a well-respected family appearing before him. Of course, it was obviously too good to be true, and, sure enough, he was completely incapable of performing magic… And then there was that apple which had just now materialized on his desk… [i]Oh, well,[/i] he thought to himself with a weary sigh, [i]time to see what wonderful traumas the next applicant has to inflict…[/i] [hider=Parr]But, wait… There didn’t seem to [i]be[/i] a next applicant… [color=Goldenrod]“Ahem!”[/color] a refined voice announced. “Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not… [color=Goldenrod]“Down [i]here[/i], my good fellow!”[/color] the voice informed him. Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a [url=https://imgur.com/XDvYvUP][i]dog[/i][/url] sitting at attention. “D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. [i]Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…[/i] [color=Goldenrod]“Indeed I did, old boy,”[/color] the dog replied. [color=Goldenrod]“I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”[/color] He held out his paw. The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?” [color=Goldenrod]“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”[/color] “Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice. [color=Goldenrod]“In several branch universes, yes.”[/color] The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form. “Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?” [color=Goldenrod]“You may call me Parr, for short.”[/color] “Okay and your age?” [color=Goldenrod]“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”[/color] “I’m assuming your gender is male?” [color=Goldenrod]“Correct.”[/color] “Nationality?” [color=Goldenrod]“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”[/color] “Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” [i]Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck.[/i] “And your species?” [color=Goldenrod]“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”[/color] “Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?” [color=Goldenrod]“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”[/color] “Okay, how would you describe your magical style?” [color=Goldenrod]“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”[/color] Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence. [color=Goldenrod]“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”[/color] “Yes…” [i]But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple…[/i] "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?” [color=Goldenrod]“None that I can think of.”[/color] “How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?” [color=Goldenrod]“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”[/color] “What is your reason for enrolment?” [color=Goldenrod]“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”[/color] “Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?” [color=Goldenrod]“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”[/color] [i]And somewhat eccentric…[/i] “Can you tell me a bit about your background?” [color=Goldenrod]“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”[/color] “Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy. [color=Goldenrod]“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”[/color] “Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.” [color=Goldenrod]“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”[/color] “Yes, ‘old boy’, I [i]would[/i] mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!” The officer slumped in his chair. [i]Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…[/i] [hider=Application Sheet] ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ Name / Nickname: [i]Parrthineas E Doxon the First, “Parr” for short[/i] Age: [i]16[/i] Gender: [i]Male[/i] Nationality: [i]The Federation[/i] ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Appearance: [i]Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and an hourglass pendent hangs from the fancy collar around his neck.[/i] Species: [i]Canine[/i] Physical Abilities / Skills: [i]Good sense of smell, knows the doggie paddle[/i] ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ Magical Style: [i]To quote the applicant: “Temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, temporal manipulation”[/i] Magical Quirks: [i]Apparently none of note, but I wouldn’t be surprised it this were blatantly untrue…[/i] Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: [i]“Temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, temporal manipulation”[/i] ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Reason for enrollment in Fae Creek Academy: [i]It is apparently the applicant’s father’s alma mater, although there is no record of such an individual ever attending Fae Creek. Then again, he did say that his father traveled from the future, so…[/i] Personality: [i]Polite, enthusiastic, rather inquisitive, mildly eccentric…[/i] Backstory: [i]His “supremely skilled” father is (will be?) apparently the inventor of a time machine, which was used to travel some twenty years before our current time. His father then met his mother, and, soon after their marriage, he was born. Like his father, he became immensely interested in the various applications of time magic and magi-tech. He now wishes to increase his knowledge at his “esteemed” father’s old alma mater. [/i] General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: [i]Developing camaraderie with his fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of his likeness to grace our “venerable campus”, like his father did before (after?) him… Good luck with that… Also likes making paper airplanes.[/i] [/hider] [/hider]