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Name: Gaa
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E-mail: roronoazoro33@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: thegaathing (aol)

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CHARACTER
Name: Michael (‘Marks’)
Canon: El Shaddai 
Timeline: After Lucifel’s fall; before the formation of The Heavenly 7
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: 
The first thing anyone should know about Michael is that he is an angel. THE Archangel Michael, and as far as angelic names go, they can actually give you a good idea to what the being is like. Michael’s name is a query that asks ‘Who is like God?’ It is a rhetorical question, being that no-one is like God save for God himself, and it also denotes humility. Michael demonstrates this with commentary throughout the game, such as when he pays compliments to the murals of the Archangels in the Watcher’s Tower, with the exception of himself. He makes only a comment of how this must be the way humans view him.

When speaking with lower-ranked angels; he acts as though they are good friends, and, when interacting with humans, he gives them the respect he believes they deserve—which is all of it, in his opinion. He does not have low-self esteem; he just knows who he is and what he is capable of, but he feels uncomfortable overstepping his bounds. 
Funnily enough, given that Michael is a sort of ‘mouthpiece’ for God’s will, and a sort of Leader of the Archangels, if anyone is ‘like God’, it is Michael himself. He would never admit to such a thing, though, and this is the reason why he was the best replacement for Lucifel as the leader of the Archangels.

Being the mouthpiece of God’s will, he is nearly always privy to God’s plans, and he’s really rarely flustered when something unexplainable or inconvenient happens. If he’s stuck somewhere on Earth, for example, and can’t make it back to Heaven, he believes there must be some reason for it. If he wasn’t supposed to be there, he wouldn’t be. Depending on the situation, many people can find this either unnerving or comforting; as he’s the type to always be calm and collected in cases like these.

Michael wasn’t always interested in the human world—and really only curious at best. With regards to Enoch, Lucifel didn’t understand why God wanted to give such a heavy job to a human, and Michael would only sympathize with this. He was curious to the potential humans have, and though he would attempt to aid Enoch to adjust to his new life, he wasn’t very good at it. He just didn’t understand why it would be so hard for a human to take so long to adjust. This is simply because Angels do not have empathy like humans do. It is not to be mistaken with being cruel or lacking anything like a conscience, but more that there isn’t a need for empathy in a social sense. Most humans HAVE empathy because of mirror neurons firing off when someone is in physical or emotional pain and it is in their instinct to aid those in need. There is no evolutionary need for this among heavenly beings, as every need is provided for, there is no sickness, death does not exist, and crimes or wrong-doing simply do not exist. Therefore, empathy was never something angels like Michael developed.

A good example of this is during the battle with Sariel, a Watcher still loyal to God but a father who was fighting to protect his children. The Nephilim children were at the risk of growing by feeding on one another, turning into what are known as Fire Nephilim—Berserk Giants that could reduce the Earth to ash. Michael saw it as Sariel stockpiling nuclear weapons, rather than sheltering his children. Both Lucifel and Michael assumed Sariel was bewitching his lovers to stay with and protect him—while Enoch isn’t so sure. The lovers express very real grief when he was killed and sealed away, and this is something that the Archangel views as manipulation as opposed to actual devotion.
Michael really does not understand the human psyche, and how certain events can really damage an individual. When Belial chose to kidnap the girl who had followed Enoch around during his hunt for the Grigori, Enoch did not hesitate to save her, nor did Armaros hesitate to save Enoch immediately after. Although Enoch made it out alive, he was corrupted by vileness and was sent back to heaven to be purged. Michael expected this to be done quickly—however, he was dead wrong. There was so much pain and doubt that something had actually broken inside the Scribe, and Michael had missed it. How someone could be so pious but carry so much pain while carrying out God’s will was new to him. 

Michael felt ashamed that he had disregarded the pain inside Enoch’s heart—Enoch, whom he was supposed to guide and protect. He tries to make it better in his own way, by going from his quiet, only-speaking-once-in-a-while attitude towards Enoch to constantly encouraging him and speaking to him as much as possible, evidenced by his in-game assurance that Enoch should take as long as he needed to. It is at this point that Michael finally realized what Enoch needed—Humans compare how they are to one another and act according to the other person’s needs and personality. It was something he didn’t understand before this, and is getting used to, now. He is not a natural at being people-intuitive like Armaros, but is willing to try to understand how humans function and act the way they do. 

Michael is very attached to his brother, Lucifel. The stories about Michael booting him out of heaven were fabricated, and he is actually currently hanging around on earth in attempt to find his brother, find out why he fell, and trying to get acquainted and used to humanity as a whole. He wants to find Lucifel, find out what exactly happened to him, and then plead before God to forgive him. He does not want his beloved brother imprisoned, and misses him terribly. He figures if he can learn WHY he joined with the Darkness, he can aid him in redemption and life can return to normal. He doesn’t like thinking about the other possible outcome, as there is the high chance that if the conclusion is drawn and Lucifel has to die, Michael will be the one to do it. He would do anything to prevent such a thing from happening, but he is only able to do so much.

Michael dislikes talking about himself when it comes to personal issues—and he doesn’t understand why people do it. He has the trappings of his rank and divinity, but he doesn’t allow it to go to his head. He isn’t one to hide things from those he meets, and he actually can’t lie when someone asks him a question. He will answer it the best as he can, though he can lie due to omission if he has to. Although he has a blog that states outright that he is The Archangel Michael, he isn’t stupid enough to go around telling people who he is. If someone asks him directly about it, he WILL have to answer. (Although such information is on his blog, it is never really taken seriously by anyone who happens to see it, anyway.)

Unfortunately, Michael is a bit of a ditz. He’s not human, so he doesn’t really show tact as well as most do. He’s respectful to a point, and he’ll even maintain politeness if someone bothers him, but he does have the habit of managing to slip in comments that leave other unsure as to whether or not they were being insulted. He doesn’t understand sarcasm or modern humor all that much, and is often confused by it. If he ever speaks, saying something that might be viewed as sarcastic, it’s very likely it was an accident or unintentional. He has a tendency to say whatever comes to mind, changing the subject at complete random without a blink. This can confuse those with whom he’s speaking, but he doesn’t seem to have a problem with erratic conversation. He’s mostly pleasant to converse with, if not a little odd.

First Person: 

[A rustle of plastic, and a click of very well-shined shoes will be the first sound anyone listening to the communicator will hear. He steps out of the train—one he had purposefully gotten on after a trip to a 24 hour convenience store—and into a place he immediately does not recognize. This isn’t Inaba at all.

Bright blue eyes take in his surroundings, and he takes long, slow striding step forward, and with a turn of his head he watches the train slowly disappear around a corner.

It doesn’t take a genius to tell that this place is unnatural. It is highly peculiar—and everything feels wrong. Out of place, would be the best way to describe it, far from Earth and cut off from Heaven. Such a thing would make any Archangel feel paranoid or concerned, however, Michael doesn’t seem to be too put off by it all. He moves over to the station itself, eyeing the posters that line the walls.]

Ruby City.

[He reads out loud, a calm, collected voice showing no real concern to being in such a place. Michael has never heard of a ‘Ruby City’ back on Earth, nor in Heaven, for that matter. Wherever he is, he supposes, he has to be here for a reason. There is another small rustle of plastic, and he pulls out a white plastic-wrapped object from the bag. He slowly unravels it, poking the trash back into his bag before poking the end of what appears to be an ice cream bar into his mouth.]

I suppose I should take a look around.


Third Person: 

The first thing any onlookers would notice about this man was the way he walked. No, the way he almost glided along the sidewalk as he moved, hands pushed into the pockets of his light-grey slacks, perfectly matched with a shirt and matching blazer. A suit that looked like it cost a good arm and a leg even by the most well-to-do individual’s budget. Hair tied up in a neat bun along the back of his head, long golden flowing locks rested along his shoulders. He was certainly an elegant man, but the look on his face was anything but classy.

He looked a little upset—if angels could actually feel such an emotion—and he seemed to be contemplating something. He was thinking about his brother. Lucifel had disappeared from heaven without a trace, and it had sent near the entirety of Heaven into a bit of a confused tizzy. 

For such a man to fall—with no prior warning, no explanation and hardly a word from his beloved brother, Michael was left confused to what had happened. He had taken it upon himself to find the man, and it was the very reason to why he was on Earth, now. Without any knowledge to where he had gone, he figured the best place to start his search for the man he had known since the Beginning would be Earth. After all, wasn’t it where all Fallen Ones went when they fell from grace?

When he found him, he knew what he would do. He would ask him why he fell. Why he did not tell him, his closest sibling and most trusted friend in Heaven why things were going wrong. And he would then offer him aid in redeeming himself in God’s eyes. So things could return to normal. So he could have his brother back, and—

There was a small jingle to his left, and he rose his head a bit to see where it had come from. He had stopped directly in front of a store, the word ‘Junes’ Plastered up on the front of the building. There appeared to be speakers just inside the large, glass doors, and they were playing a catchy little tune.

“Every day is great, at your Junes~” a jaunty voice sang, and the beginnings of a smile moved over the Archangel’s face.

Well; there was no harm in a pit-stop, was there? After all; a stop in at June’s would only make his search a little bit easier to bear.