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luxlucisangelus) wrote2015-04-29 05:51 pm
luxlucisangelus) wrote2015-04-29 05:51 pm
Personality & Ability Info
Personality: Michael is, above all, short tempered. Easily irritated barely begins to describe him as even the tiniest things have the ability to set him off. Something as simple as a nickname or even someone talking too much and too complicated is enough to cause him to explode, quite literally. When he snaps it's not only yelling but also abusing his powers to explode everything around him, not caring who or what gets in his way. The main triggers for for his anger though, his biggest insecurities, are when his height or his twin brother are mentioned. As such, not only is he recklessly violent but he's also very childlike and insecure more than anything.
While growing up, everyone looked down on him and no one thought he would ever amount to anything. So in order to compensate for it he worked his hardest to reach his max power at a young age. The downside resulted in his body stopped growing once it reached that point and since he forever looks like a young boy that causes him to get made fun of even more. But all he ever really wanted was for his brother to acknowledge him and love him, and he tried everything to get the attention he craved only for it to amount to nothing and him being left behind. Once his brother was proven evil everyone tried to get back on his good side since they realized he was the child of light, not the child of darkness they had assumed. It was too late though. He was bitter and jaded and hated all of them for the way he was treated. Because of that though, he's never been able to get over his insecurities and doesn't know how else to deal with them aside from the only thing he's good at; violence.
Despite his temper though, and perhaps adding to why it's understandable at times, Michael is very childish almost all the time and even somewhat innocent. He's simple and easily pleased. A good fight or a good hunt is all it takes to get him excited and in a good mood, sometimes even to the point of being giddy like a small child. At one point he can be furious and claim childishly that he no longer wants to be friends with his best friend and then in the very next scene he's all happy and bubbly explaining to that same friend that he went out hunting and brought him back presents he collected from the beasts he was tracking down. When the 'not friends anymore' thing was mentioned he just acted like his friend was the one being stupid and childish and just brushed it off like it had never happened and wasn't his fault.
On the same aspect, he has a very short attention span. He can't stand it when people go on and on talking and lecturing for long periods of time because it's hard for him to keep up and so many words like that confuses him easily. And whenever he gets confused, he gets mad and when he gets mad, things always explode somehow or another. Because blowing things up makes the other person mad and that results in a fight, which is the one thing he prides himself in. So essentially he takes situations that he's lost in and tries to turn them to his own favor instead. Michael also has a tendency to be very rude and uncaring about others feelings. He'll be vulgar and insult whoever he wants, whenever he wants and sometimes without even realizing it. Social graces aren't really a big thing for him since he was secluded for most of his life when no one would pay any attention to him in favor of practically worshiping his brother. He even has no problem stating that what he hates more than anything are big breasted women and transvestites, both of which he accused Setsuna of being while he was inhabiting Alexiel's body. Though, that alone proves that he's at least insightful to some degree as he knew instinctively that Setsuna was a man in a woman's body. They're very rare and far between, but there are instances where Michael shows that he's the leader of the Angelic Army for more reasons than just his power.
Another problem of his is the fact that he hardly ever takes things seriously. Even when messengers from one of the head angels in Heaven came calling for him to appear publicly he had his second-in-command wear a wig and pretend to be him since the messengers didn't know what Michael looked like. Sadly, the two men made the mistake once they found out it was a fake and said that they heard that Michael wasn't the tall blond haired man that humans portrayed him as but really he was just a red haired little boy. Which, of course, pinged Michael's anger and he was instantly there holding the guy up by the front of his shirt. When they pleaded with him that he must appear to help raise the moral of the other angels he told them that if they want him to move or do anything then they needed to start a war because him and his boys were getting bored and antsy. However, when he laughed it off and told his army to do what they want with the messengers the two made the mistake of saying he was no better than his brother Lucifer. That was enough to get him to snap completely and even the army ran for cover as the entire building exploded around them and the two messengers destroyed. When he checks to see if his men are still alive and they tell him that killing messengers from Sevi was going far, even for him, he points out that they were just robots the entire time and he knew that Sevi didn't trust him enough to send real angels to talk to him. Once again, this not only shows Michael's violence but also the insecurities, the childishness and the fact that he doesn't care about anything unless there's something in it for him.
However, despite all of his faults if anything Michael can be considered a loyal friend. When Raphael was in depression because of everyone in Heaven looking down on him because of a scandal that was uncovered, Michael was there for him. Granted, he was there to yell at him and ask him why the hell he was locking himself away and angsting, but the fact that he was there and treating Raphael as if nothing was wrong and everything was still the same was enough. Despite the question of whether or not Michael actually knew there was a problem in the first place or if he was completely oblivious to the rumors going around and everything else like usual. And when Raphael went into a coma from exhausting his powers, Michael listened to Raphael's words before he lost consciousness and agreed to be there when he woke up so that they could finish their fight.
Powers & Abilities:
+Swordsmanship; Michael wields a sword that's quite possibly taller than him (not like it's very hard) and does so with expertise. He uses it not only to attack but also as a shield at times as well.
+Fire/heat control; he's the Archangel of fire, thus he has the ability to create and manipulate flames. An ability he tends to abuse quite often as he's prone to blowing things up when agitated. He can also increase the heat in a wide area drastically without actually starting a fire.
+Immunity to fire; He's been shown to sit in an scorching area without being affected at all while those who got too close to him were badly burned.
+Flying; Angel. He has wings.
+Immune to sickness and bacteria; Turns out that's the real purpose of the angel's wings. Protection against that stuff.
His energy is near unending and he's mostly optimistic about things. Michael doesn't really hold grudges and if he really has to can get along with just about anyone, even if he hated that person initially. Very adaptable and willing to work with the situations thrown at him, he knows what he's doing most of the time even if it doesn't seem that way. And of course, his loyalty towards those who he decides are worthy of his friendship is near unwavering.
posting samples
Third-Person Sample:
The bodies fell to the ground one after another, strangled gargling noises coming from a few half torn open throats as the stench of burning flesh emitted, the fire that consumed the pack of wolf beasts lighting up the small street. Michael let out an annoyed huff as he punted one of the burning bodies to the other side of the street and into the wall of the building there, a small sense of satisfaction at hearing the sickening crack of it's neck impacting at the wrong angel.
"Dammit, these things aren't even a challenge! Where's all the dragons!? This place is fucking boring as shit! This is pointless if I can't even hunt properly! How the fuck am I supposed to get some entertainment out of wolves?! Yeah, they look like some sort of zombie wolves, but still!"
Pure white wings fluttered in annoyance as Michael stabbed his sword into the ground, leaning back against it with another grumble to himself as he folded his arms over his chest. He had been pissed off because this damn town was containing him. Him, the badass ultimate most awesome leader of the angelic army, being contained by some stupid Distortion that had the nerve to pull him out of Heaven down to this boring ass town on Assiah. Not only was he positive he was going to get in deep shit for crossing the barrier into Assiah in the first place, again, but he couldn't even get back home! Fuck home, he couldn't even leave the fucking town!
Saying he was pissed would be putting it lightly. He was just a few minutes short of blowing up the whole damn place and seeing if that would do any good. But with his fucking luck even that wouldn't do any good and then he'd just be stuck being bored out of his fucking mind in some lame ass crater with a bunch of debris and corpses to keep him entertained. So, keeping the town in one piece was a good idea. For now.
With a frustrated sigh he yanked his sword out of the pavement and rested it over his shoulder, looking around at the now smoldering corpses of those infested wolf things that had attacked him earlier. Not the first monsters he had seen, not nearly as bad as what he was used to seeing, but definitely not fucking normal by any stretch of the word. And if that and his presence alone weren't enough to convince him something was seriously fucked up in this town the chick's crawling through the streets with shattered legs and bloody, missing fingernails sure as fuck would. This Distortion bullshit... He almost started to wonder if it was the work of one of the Satans with too much free time on their hands. There wasn't a damn one he could think of that would come up with this shit though and actually be able to get away with it. Either way, it was too much thinking for Michael to bother with so he simply gave one last look towards the creatures before taking flight, heading back to his apartment to at least get in a nap to pass the time.
First-Person Sample:
[The video switches on to an interesting sight. Black thigh high leather boots, leather shorts with suspenders over a fishnet shirt missing one sleeve. A dragon tattoo starting on a lean chest and wrapping around onto the boy's face. Unruly short red hair poorly held back with a black leather belt as a headband, unamused piercing gold eyes glaring at the camera. A demon maybe, certainly not someone that looks to be on the friendly side. But the contrast to the entire appearance, large white angel wings concealing whatever it is he's leaning back against.]
This had better be a damn joke. I'm not going to just sit around and listen to what some bullshit computer system says about keeping it entertained or whatever other crap it was spouting. I stopped listening after the damn thing started speaking but I think I get the general idea.
[He sneers at the camera, but his tone holds more boredom laced with annoyance than anything.]
They're lucky I don't decide to just blow up this entire fucking place and be done with it.
[Too many chances, too many possibilities that could be there. God had ran things through that fucking computer system, there was no way to tell if this wasn't just some fucked up experiment like everything else in Heaven had been. His stance shifts slightly, one hand resting on his hip as he seems mostly annoyed about the device being on his wrist instead of something he can set in front of him.]
Unlike certain perverted doctors I ain't got no interest in this shit, so those fuckers will just be waiting for nothing. They can't keep me here forever.
While growing up, everyone looked down on him and no one thought he would ever amount to anything. So in order to compensate for it he worked his hardest to reach his max power at a young age. The downside resulted in his body stopped growing once it reached that point and since he forever looks like a young boy that causes him to get made fun of even more. But all he ever really wanted was for his brother to acknowledge him and love him, and he tried everything to get the attention he craved only for it to amount to nothing and him being left behind. Once his brother was proven evil everyone tried to get back on his good side since they realized he was the child of light, not the child of darkness they had assumed. It was too late though. He was bitter and jaded and hated all of them for the way he was treated. Because of that though, he's never been able to get over his insecurities and doesn't know how else to deal with them aside from the only thing he's good at; violence.
Despite his temper though, and perhaps adding to why it's understandable at times, Michael is very childish almost all the time and even somewhat innocent. He's simple and easily pleased. A good fight or a good hunt is all it takes to get him excited and in a good mood, sometimes even to the point of being giddy like a small child. At one point he can be furious and claim childishly that he no longer wants to be friends with his best friend and then in the very next scene he's all happy and bubbly explaining to that same friend that he went out hunting and brought him back presents he collected from the beasts he was tracking down. When the 'not friends anymore' thing was mentioned he just acted like his friend was the one being stupid and childish and just brushed it off like it had never happened and wasn't his fault.
On the same aspect, he has a very short attention span. He can't stand it when people go on and on talking and lecturing for long periods of time because it's hard for him to keep up and so many words like that confuses him easily. And whenever he gets confused, he gets mad and when he gets mad, things always explode somehow or another. Because blowing things up makes the other person mad and that results in a fight, which is the one thing he prides himself in. So essentially he takes situations that he's lost in and tries to turn them to his own favor instead. Michael also has a tendency to be very rude and uncaring about others feelings. He'll be vulgar and insult whoever he wants, whenever he wants and sometimes without even realizing it. Social graces aren't really a big thing for him since he was secluded for most of his life when no one would pay any attention to him in favor of practically worshiping his brother. He even has no problem stating that what he hates more than anything are big breasted women and transvestites, both of which he accused Setsuna of being while he was inhabiting Alexiel's body. Though, that alone proves that he's at least insightful to some degree as he knew instinctively that Setsuna was a man in a woman's body. They're very rare and far between, but there are instances where Michael shows that he's the leader of the Angelic Army for more reasons than just his power.
Another problem of his is the fact that he hardly ever takes things seriously. Even when messengers from one of the head angels in Heaven came calling for him to appear publicly he had his second-in-command wear a wig and pretend to be him since the messengers didn't know what Michael looked like. Sadly, the two men made the mistake once they found out it was a fake and said that they heard that Michael wasn't the tall blond haired man that humans portrayed him as but really he was just a red haired little boy. Which, of course, pinged Michael's anger and he was instantly there holding the guy up by the front of his shirt. When they pleaded with him that he must appear to help raise the moral of the other angels he told them that if they want him to move or do anything then they needed to start a war because him and his boys were getting bored and antsy. However, when he laughed it off and told his army to do what they want with the messengers the two made the mistake of saying he was no better than his brother Lucifer. That was enough to get him to snap completely and even the army ran for cover as the entire building exploded around them and the two messengers destroyed. When he checks to see if his men are still alive and they tell him that killing messengers from Sevi was going far, even for him, he points out that they were just robots the entire time and he knew that Sevi didn't trust him enough to send real angels to talk to him. Once again, this not only shows Michael's violence but also the insecurities, the childishness and the fact that he doesn't care about anything unless there's something in it for him.
However, despite all of his faults if anything Michael can be considered a loyal friend. When Raphael was in depression because of everyone in Heaven looking down on him because of a scandal that was uncovered, Michael was there for him. Granted, he was there to yell at him and ask him why the hell he was locking himself away and angsting, but the fact that he was there and treating Raphael as if nothing was wrong and everything was still the same was enough. Despite the question of whether or not Michael actually knew there was a problem in the first place or if he was completely oblivious to the rumors going around and everything else like usual. And when Raphael went into a coma from exhausting his powers, Michael listened to Raphael's words before he lost consciousness and agreed to be there when he woke up so that they could finish their fight.
Powers & Abilities:
+Swordsmanship; Michael wields a sword that's quite possibly taller than him (not like it's very hard) and does so with expertise. He uses it not only to attack but also as a shield at times as well.
+Fire/heat control; he's the Archangel of fire, thus he has the ability to create and manipulate flames. An ability he tends to abuse quite often as he's prone to blowing things up when agitated. He can also increase the heat in a wide area drastically without actually starting a fire.
+Immunity to fire; He's been shown to sit in an scorching area without being affected at all while those who got too close to him were badly burned.
+Flying; Angel. He has wings.
+Immune to sickness and bacteria; Turns out that's the real purpose of the angel's wings. Protection against that stuff.
His energy is near unending and he's mostly optimistic about things. Michael doesn't really hold grudges and if he really has to can get along with just about anyone, even if he hated that person initially. Very adaptable and willing to work with the situations thrown at him, he knows what he's doing most of the time even if it doesn't seem that way. And of course, his loyalty towards those who he decides are worthy of his friendship is near unwavering.
posting samples
Third-Person Sample:
The bodies fell to the ground one after another, strangled gargling noises coming from a few half torn open throats as the stench of burning flesh emitted, the fire that consumed the pack of wolf beasts lighting up the small street. Michael let out an annoyed huff as he punted one of the burning bodies to the other side of the street and into the wall of the building there, a small sense of satisfaction at hearing the sickening crack of it's neck impacting at the wrong angel.
"Dammit, these things aren't even a challenge! Where's all the dragons!? This place is fucking boring as shit! This is pointless if I can't even hunt properly! How the fuck am I supposed to get some entertainment out of wolves?! Yeah, they look like some sort of zombie wolves, but still!"
Pure white wings fluttered in annoyance as Michael stabbed his sword into the ground, leaning back against it with another grumble to himself as he folded his arms over his chest. He had been pissed off because this damn town was containing him. Him, the badass ultimate most awesome leader of the angelic army, being contained by some stupid Distortion that had the nerve to pull him out of Heaven down to this boring ass town on Assiah. Not only was he positive he was going to get in deep shit for crossing the barrier into Assiah in the first place, again, but he couldn't even get back home! Fuck home, he couldn't even leave the fucking town!
Saying he was pissed would be putting it lightly. He was just a few minutes short of blowing up the whole damn place and seeing if that would do any good. But with his fucking luck even that wouldn't do any good and then he'd just be stuck being bored out of his fucking mind in some lame ass crater with a bunch of debris and corpses to keep him entertained. So, keeping the town in one piece was a good idea. For now.
With a frustrated sigh he yanked his sword out of the pavement and rested it over his shoulder, looking around at the now smoldering corpses of those infested wolf things that had attacked him earlier. Not the first monsters he had seen, not nearly as bad as what he was used to seeing, but definitely not fucking normal by any stretch of the word. And if that and his presence alone weren't enough to convince him something was seriously fucked up in this town the chick's crawling through the streets with shattered legs and bloody, missing fingernails sure as fuck would. This Distortion bullshit... He almost started to wonder if it was the work of one of the Satans with too much free time on their hands. There wasn't a damn one he could think of that would come up with this shit though and actually be able to get away with it. Either way, it was too much thinking for Michael to bother with so he simply gave one last look towards the creatures before taking flight, heading back to his apartment to at least get in a nap to pass the time.
First-Person Sample:
[The video switches on to an interesting sight. Black thigh high leather boots, leather shorts with suspenders over a fishnet shirt missing one sleeve. A dragon tattoo starting on a lean chest and wrapping around onto the boy's face. Unruly short red hair poorly held back with a black leather belt as a headband, unamused piercing gold eyes glaring at the camera. A demon maybe, certainly not someone that looks to be on the friendly side. But the contrast to the entire appearance, large white angel wings concealing whatever it is he's leaning back against.]
This had better be a damn joke. I'm not going to just sit around and listen to what some bullshit computer system says about keeping it entertained or whatever other crap it was spouting. I stopped listening after the damn thing started speaking but I think I get the general idea.
[He sneers at the camera, but his tone holds more boredom laced with annoyance than anything.]
They're lucky I don't decide to just blow up this entire fucking place and be done with it.
[Too many chances, too many possibilities that could be there. God had ran things through that fucking computer system, there was no way to tell if this wasn't just some fucked up experiment like everything else in Heaven had been. His stance shifts slightly, one hand resting on his hip as he seems mostly annoyed about the device being on his wrist instead of something he can set in front of him.]
Unlike certain perverted doctors I ain't got no interest in this shit, so those fuckers will just be waiting for nothing. They can't keep me here forever.