Well, I've never done anything like this, so if I screwed the form up somehow, or didn't post at the right time, etc, please tell me. XD
Pet's ID Tag: #79
Name You'd Choose for It: Jared (I might change it later)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I saw him and fell in love immediately. I've never had a lot of characters, or had one that I was particularly close to, but I can really connect with his design. I'll definitely get art of him, and probably draw him quite a bit myself! :3 I'll most likely add an off-white messenger bag, and put his halo around one ear instead of floating above his head if I get him.
History/Background/Other: SUMMARY: Jared is basically Heaven's Courier. You don't actually have to read my failure of a history if you don't want to, that's really all there is to it. :3
I've never liked rules much...And that didn't change when I died. I guess I was kind of in shock when I actually got to heaven. My life hadn't exactly been a virtuous one, so imagine my surprise when those giant, golden gates opened for me. Perhaps I thought that the few good deeds I had done in my short lifetime had been enough, but, of course, the angels weren't that merciful.
I had been a young man (yes, I was a man once!), still quite new to the world, when I was killed. It was just after my 26th birthday, if I remember correctly, and I had made Nex angry enough to pull a gun. I deserved it, I knew I did - my gambling debt was through the roof, and I was no where near paying Nex off. I really was trying to get the money, too. Nex was a good guy. But I had gone months without a job and was no closer to paying him back as when I'd borrowed the money, and picking a fight in Nex's bar was the last straw. He had come out from the back room and seen a customer beaten to a bloody pulp. It was me, of course. The guy had made one too many snide comments - I couldn't help it! Well, after that little fist fight, Nex demanded that I either pay up or get out. I refused to do either, the fight escalated, and I ended up with a bullet through the chest.
Anyway, I ended up at the gates, thinking that I'd somehow managed to get in. But those damn angels were too cheap for that, the jerks. (Oops, probably shouldn't have said that. Well, if you don't tell, I don't get caught!) In case you didn't know, the angels are the authority in heaven, keeping the peace and providing the departed souls with whatever they desire. Gabe, Ralph, and Mike, the three archangels, oversee the regular-ranked angels. ...Well, technically I'm supposed to call them "Archangels Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael", but whatever. They can't eavesdrop on our conversation here. Back on topic, Gabe met me at the gates, and wasn't sure whether he should let me in or not.
"I don't think you deserve the comfort of this place," he said, "Perhaps you'd be more suited to spending the afterlife elsewhere."
Well, I wasn't having any of that. I may not like heaven much, but I'm sure hell is a lot worse. I asked the boss what I needed to do to get in, and he said something like, "Hm... Maybe if you work off you debt to humanity for a few millenia." Excuse me? A few
millenia? It's longer than it sounds, I assure you - and it sounds pretty long to begin with! Ignoring my look of shock at the ridiculous amount of time, Gabe continued, "Mr. Michael, Mr. Raphael, and I have been busy up here lately. We haven't had time to go around delivering messages to earth for a while... All right, it's settled. You'll be our new messenger!"
Being Heaven's Courier isn't as fun as it would seem, as I found out. My job is basically sprinting around the skies - and occasionally down to earth - to deliver messages from the big boss and the archangels. And they even turned me into a
dog, under the pretense that it would make me quicker while I ran around delivering their mail! -sigh- I'd much rather be back in Nex's bar playing pool, but I guess that's what got me here in the first place. I suppose the job really isn't too bad. For once in my - err - afterlife, there are people depending on me. I get a lot of breaks, because I'm only on duty when the big guys need a message delivered, and (to my great surprise), they have an okay pub here, complete with pool tables and some pretty good guys to hang with (although, playing pool with paws isn't the easiest thing I've done, I tell you!) And I suppose I'll see Nex and my old friends eventually, if they get in. So I guess I can deal with this for a few more years... Oh, shoot! Look at the time! Gabe's expecting me, so I have to run. Perhaps we'll meet again, but until then, farewell.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Oh yeah. >:D
I'm not sure if the story was any good. It's what came to mind when I saw him, so... Yeah. XD
I've already drawn a quick sketch of Jer... If I don't get him, it can be fanart for whoever does. :3 <3

Oh, and congratulations, Tripp! Good luck. n_n