HalfOfLancelot

For Queen and Country

@Ghost Queen

Michael's the same way except he'll sing 80s pop hits regardless of sobriety.

For Queen and Country

Michael

^Archangel

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| Name |

Michael Elior Harel

| Date of Birth |

He likes to say 'The Beginning of Time', but who really knows?

| Gender |

True form is essentially genderless; as a human, though, he takes a male form; he responds to 'he/him/his' the most, but doesn't take offense to any other pronouns

| Sexuality |

Homosexual - 'cause who gives a damn diddly?

| Occupation |

Bought out a legit Antique Record Store (the last time he was on earth he started a savings account and it kinda got him quite a bit of interest over the years)

| In-Depth Appearance |

Wings the span of galaxies; a height that dwarfs the Milky Way; eyes of molten fi—

Nah, Michael's just got a regular guy look. He doesn't much talk about his true form, usually because it's not something people can just get, you know? It's hard to word outside of Enochian and even then it's still hard to understand.

So, Michael goes by what he looks like on earth: a 6'1" guy with a nice, muscular build, but not intensely like 'whoa that guy lifts weights' more so, 'that guy's fit; he probably lifts weights'. It's lithe and agile, with a flexibility he definitely likes to boast about. I mean, not ever day you meet a guy who can do the splits for one unless they do drag on the side ^{(katya needs to be stopped)} or can do a back bend to the point where limbo can definitely be defined as a sport. Regardless, Michael's got a fluid look with a solid stature.

By society's standards, Michael's sharp jawline, expressive features, fit build, and sharp facial structure define him as 'Stud' or thereabouts. The soft doe eyes and slightly fuller cheeks tend to act as a reduction to the cut of his cheek bones and line from his jaw to chin. Overall, Michael thinks he looks nice and he's not necessarily there to impress (he wears logo t-shirts and jeans with converse half the time, really not here to impress), so he doesn't overdo anything. His hair is a simple brush back with a hand slightly caked in gel and, really that's it. His voice has a higher lit to it with a slightly gritty quality.

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| Personality |

♦ Excitable ♦ Stubborn ♦ Secretive ♦ Flippant ♦

It's hard to explain a myth - especially when that myth's a myth to something already a myth. See where this is going? Yeah, Michael's just a little bit convoluted. There's a lot of stuff in there and not as much room as one would expect of a millenia old being. It's nothing to be concerned about, perhaps; it's more so Michael not willing to acknowledge certain aspects of himself, much less share them.

Perhaps it's best to compare him to human knowledge of the cosmos. There's a lot there. There's a lot to know. Yet, there's still an insurmountable amount of information to even parse before anyone's ever able to delve deeper. Theories are theories (though that's not exactly how science works; thanks die-hard christian extremists, you can sit this one out), but a lot of them are hypotheses due to the fact that, whilst a lot can be seen and recorded on earth, so much more cannot. It's like—it's like the string theory verses Einstein's theory of relativity: they make sense alone - perfect sense, in fact - yet together they contradict each other. That's Michael in a nutshell.

People have a certain idea of Michael - an image, so to speak. A righteous soldier of God, leading battalions of angels into combat. The being who crushed Lucifer underfoot. Then there's Michael to other angels, some of which tend to deify him. Deify or not, Michael would rather not reach apotheosis, but regardless he, among others, is looked toward to at least lead. Which is dumb. Absent leaders do what? Why is that expected of him when thousands of years pass without his or any of his fellow Archangels' presence?

An enigma, if any, Michael represents willful ignorance, disregard for his own rank and title, and the dashing of every concern with an outraging flippancy. Michael stay true to his embodiment of the heavens, the heavens being space and all it's lack of concern for human life. Beautiful to look at from a far; up close, Michael's a disaster, a swirling mass of barely contained entropy. It's awful to say, but Michael's a ticking time bomb and he's forever waiting for that moment that sets the happy optimism ablaze from the all of the issues, problems, and emotions into a small body and letting it fester.

Just waiting. Ticking by. Putting money in a swear jar the size of a shot glass and continuing to "Shit", "Fuck", "Damn", "Cunt" his way into bursting that bubble.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Slow Dancing By Himself _{(pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man)}
✔ Stargazing _{(now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare)}
✔ Heavy Winter Coats _{(who needs a heart when a heart can be broken)}
✔ Karaoke _{(no i never felt this way before/yes i swear it's the truth/and I owe it all to you)}
✔ Standing on Rooftops Watching City Life _{(i wish you would step back /from that ledge my friend)}
✔ Old Movies _{(i was five and he was six/we rode on horses made of sticks)}
✔ Warm Hands; Warm Arms _{(i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling/gotta make you understand)}

✘ Solitude _{(i can't get used to livin' without livin' without/livin' without you by my side)}
✘ Lengthy Silence _{(i don't know what I'm to say/i'll say it anyway)}
✘ Not Moving _{(spreadin' out her wings tonight/she got you jumpin' off the track)}
✘ Feeling Anything But Excited _{(my mother says when you gonna live your life right)}
✘ Outbursts; Losing Control _{(i'm a man without conviction/i'm a man who doesn't know)}
✘ Assumptions _{(all in all it's just another brick in the wall)}
✘ Taking Things Seriously _{(now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down)}

| History |

Everything's shrouded in mystery. How scary is that? To have every bit of your existence teetering on the balance of what possibly shouldn't have happened? Feeling that, but not knowing exactly what that is or if it should even exist.

The truth, really, that's too much for anyone to know.

However, since the beginning, it's been perpetuated that his kind - the seven of them, to be exact - take up roles as leaders of their species. That's an odd word to use for beings equivalent to janitors. The really good janitors, you never see them clean up the mess. They come swooping in with their mops and bleach and poof the next day Becky's upchuck is chucking up that floor no longer.

Michael likes to call the Archangels the 'Specialist Clean Up Crew' and, really, there's no argument for that regardless of what anyone else says. It's an awful notion, one that Michael owns up to, but the leadership thing? That kind of power tends to get to people's heads and, well, can't really stop that. It helps that they're never really allowed to hop from their posts unless absolutely necessary. Or, at least, that's what Michael thinks - a few of them probably meld in with the rest of the population, watching Earth rotate by. Michael prefers the detachment not because he's a solitary creature, but because that's the only way he can perceive himself.

It's awful to wade through crowds of people and see nothing but blurred lines of faces and standing there, wings unnoticed but spread, feeling nothing but outside of the world. That feeling, feeling alone in the midst of 7 billion people, making sure certain things, certain people don't completely wipe them from existence, it doesn't do well for even a being as powerful. The stars seem fairly less lonely than earth's sodden ground.

Floating above nebulae, curiously watching a black hole devour entire stars from a (relatively) safe distance, seeing stars wane and die out, that's comfort TV for Michael. It also helps that he can tune into certain radio waves at certain distances - he's gotten the full effect of media culture just from wading around the Milky Way (or, well, at least staying relatively close to the Earth's System itself - nostalgia, maybe?). Unfortunately for anyone in the future, Michael has only seemed to be able to pick up the entirety of Pop from the 70s and 80s, making Elton John and Tina Turner and everyone in between his top 100s.

With another mess to clean up, Michael begrudgingly sets himself in a quiet bar in quiet London, humming quietly to Foreigner's I Want To Know What Love Is while watching the news. It took awhile for their existence to eventually pop up and, well, with all the acceptance going around, the political correctness, Tumblr's existence online, it came as a slight surprise to see how much animosity humanity holds over the unknown. It also makes Michael giddy because that's the only way he knows how to mask his nerves (that and quietly humming Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time).

Well the world isn't going to clean up after itself.

| Family |

There's a super tiny mole on his shoulder that he calls Agatha Christie - it's a joke cause it's so tiny and melds with the freckles there that's it's a wonder he finds it.

That's not a family member. But, Michael doesn't have anyone he's related to, so... you know.

| Strengths |

• Analytical
• Optimistic
• Ironically, Cultured

| Weaknesses |

• Emotionally Constipated/Bottles Things Up
• Stubbornly, Willfully Ignorant
• Self-Destructive

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| Theme Song |

Starman – David Bowie
_{” There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie ”}

| House Number |

aaaa dunno which

| Extra Information |

N/A

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For Queen and Country

Lowkey Stucky.

I didn't expect all the other characters to be so chill about Daniel. People commenting on that deeper aspect of him like who do you think i am this character isn't good at all; he's like bucky-lite (damn that self-shade tho) yeah, I... he's pretty deep.................

Malfie. I also ship that. And Suriel/Salvation. That's a ship too. Standing on the corner of the road with her PhD hastily nailed up on the wall behind while she gives strangers leaflets with all of Revelations typed in it, the title reading, "Where is your God now? Find out [Dr. Suriel Anne White M.D. Ph.D.]"

For Queen and Country

BooM

And he's DonE

Michael

^Archangel

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| Name |

Michael

| Date of Birth |

He likes to say 'The Beginning of Time', but who really knows?

| Gender |

True form is essentially genderless; as a human, though, he takes a male form; he responds to 'he/him/his' the most, but doesn't take offense to any other pronouns

| Sexuality |

Homosexual - 'cause who gives a damn diddly?

| Occupation |

| In-Depth Appearance |

Wings the span of galaxies; a height that dwarfs the Milky Way; eyes of molten fi—

Nah, Michael's just got a regular guy look. He doesn't much talk about his true form, usually because it's not something people can just get, you know? It's hard to word outside of Enochian and even then it's still hard to understand.

So, Michael goes by what he looks like on earth: a 6'1" guy with a nice, muscular build, but not intensely like 'whoa that guy lifts weights' more so, 'that guy's fit; he probably lifts weights'. It's lithe and agile, with a flexibility he definitely likes to boast about. I mean, not ever day you meet a guy who can do the splits for one unless they do drag on the side ^{(katya needs to be stopped)} or can do a back bend to the point where limbo can definitely be defined as a sport. Regardless, Michael's got a fluid look with a solid stature.

By society's standards, Michael's sharp jawline, expressive features, fit build, and sharp facial structure define him as 'Stud' or thereabouts. The soft doe eyes and slightly fuller cheeks tend to act as a reduction to the cut of his cheek bones and line from his jaw to chin. Overall, Michael thinks he looks nice and he's not necessarily there to impress (he wears logo t-shirts and jeans with converse half the time, really not here to impress), so he doesn't overdo anything. His hair is a simple brush back with a hand slightly caked in gel and, really that's it. His voice has a higher lit to it with a slightly gritty quality.

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| Personality |

♦ Excitable ♦ Stubborn ♦ Secretive ♦ Flippant ♦

It's hard to explain a myth - especially when that myth's a myth to something already a myth. See where this is going? Yeah, Michael's just a little bit convoluted. There's a lot of stuff in there and not as much room as one would expect of a millenia old being. It's nothing to be concerned about, perhaps; it's more so Michael not willing to acknowledge certain aspects of himself, much less share them.

Perhaps it's best to compare him to human knowledge of the cosmos. There's a lot there. There's a lot to know. Yet, there's still an insurmountable amount of information to even parse before anyone's ever able to delve deeper. Theories are theories (though that's not exactly how science works; thanks die-hard christian extremists, you can sit this one out), but a lot of them are hypotheses due to the fact that, whilst a lot can be seen and recorded on earth, so much more cannot. It's like—it's like the string theory verses Einstein's theory of relativity: they make sense alone - perfect sense, in fact - yet together they contradict each other. That's Michael in a nutshell.

People have a certain idea of Michael - an image, so to speak. A righteous soldier of God, leading battalions of angels into combat. The being who crushed Lucifer underfoot. Then there's Michael to other angels, some of which tend to deify him. Deify or not, Michael would rather not reach apotheosis, but regardless he, among others, is looked toward to at least lead. Which is dumb. Absent leaders do what? Why is that expected of him when thousands of years pass without his or any of his fellow Archangels' presence?

An enigma, if any, Michael represents willful ignorance, disregard for his own rank and title, and the dashing of every concern with an outraging flippancy. Michael stay true to his embodiment of the heavens, the heavens being space and all it's lack of concern for human life. Beautiful to look at from a far; up close, Michael's a disaster, a swirling mass of barely contained entropy. It's awful to say, but Michael's a ticking time bomb and he's forever waiting for that moment that sets the happy optimism ablaze from the all of the issues, problems, and emotions into a small body and letting it fester.

Just waiting. Ticking by. Putting money in a swear jar the size of a shot glass and continuing to "Shit", "Fuck", "Damn", "Cunt" his way into bursting that bubble.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Slow Dancing By Himself _{(pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man)}
✔ Stargazing _{(now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare)}
✔ Heavy Winter Coats _{(who needs a heart when a heart can be broken)}
✔ Karaoke _{(no i never felt this way before/yes i swear it's the truth/and I owe it all to you)}
✔ Standing on Rooftops Watching City Life _{(i wish you would step back /from that ledge my friend)}
✔ Old Movies _{(i was five and he was six/we rode on horses made of sticks)}
✔ Warm Hands; Warm Arms _{(i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling/gotta make you understand)}

✘ Solitude _{(i can't get used to livin' without livin' without/livin' without you by my side)}
✘ Lengthy Silence _{(i don't know what I'm to say/i'll say it anyway)}
✘ Not Moving _{(spreadin' out her wings tonight/she got you jumpin' off the track)}
✘ Feeling Anything But Excited _{(my mother says when you gonna live your life right)}
✘ Outbursts; Losing Control _{(i'm a man without conviction/i'm a man who doesn't know)}
✘ Assumptions _{(all in all it's just another brick in the wall)}
✘ Taking Things Seriously _{(now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down)}

| History |

Everything's shrouded in mystery. How scary is that? To have every bit of your existence teetering on the balance of what possibly shouldn't have happened? Feeling that, but not knowing exactly what that is or if it should even exist.

The truth, really, that's too much for anyone to know.

However, since the beginning, it's been perpetuated that his kind - the seven of them, to be exact - take up roles as leaders of their species. That's an odd word to use for beings equivalent to janitors. The really good janitors, you never see them clean up the mess. They come swooping in with their mops and bleach and poof the next day Becky's upchuck is chucking up that floor no longer.

Michael likes to call the Archangels the 'Specialist Clean Up Crew' and, really, there's no argument for that regardless of what anyone else says. It's an awful notion, one that Michael owns up to, but the leadership thing? That kind of power tends to get to people's heads and, well, can't really stop that. It helps that they're never really allowed to hop from their posts unless absolutely necessary. Or, at least, that's what Michael thinks - a few of them probably meld in with the rest of the population, watching Earth rotate by. Michael prefers the detachment not because he's a solitary creature, but because that's the only way he can perceive himself.

It's awful to wade through crowds of people and see nothing but blurred lines of faces and standing there, wings unnoticed but spread, feeling nothing but outside of the world. That feeling, feeling alone in the midst of 7 billion people, making sure certain things, certain people don't completely wipe them from existence, it doesn't do well for even a being as powerful. The stars seem fairly less lonely than earth's sodden ground.

Floating above nebulae, curiously watching a black hole devour entire stars from a (relatively) safe distance, seeing stars wane and die out, that's comfort TV for Michael. It also helps that he can tune into certain radio waves at certain distances - he's gotten the full effect of media culture just from wading around the Milky Way (or, well, at least staying relatively close to the Earth's System itself - nostalgia, maybe?). Unfortunately for anyone in the future, Michael has only seemed to be able to pick up the entirety of Pop from the 70s and 80s, making Elton John and Tina Turner and everyone in between his top 100s.

With another mess to clean up, Michael begrudgingly sets himself in a quiet bar in quiet London, humming quietly to Foreigner's I Want To Know What Love Is while watching the news. It took awhile for their existence to eventually pop up and, well, with all the acceptance going around, the political correctness, Tumblr's existence online, it came as a slight surprise to see how much animosity humanity holds over the unknown. It also makes Michael giddy because that's the only way he knows how to mask his nerves (that and quietly humming Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time).

Well the world isn't going to clean up after itself.

| Family |

There's a super tiny mole on his shoulder that he calls Agatha Christie - it's a joke cause it's so tiny and melds with the freckles there that's it's a wonder he finds it.

That's not a family member. But, Michael doesn't have anyone he's related to, so... you know.

| Strengths |

• Analytical
• Optimistic
• Ironically, Cultured

| Weaknesses |

• Emotionally Constipated/Bottles Things Up
• Stubbornly, Willfully Ignorant
• Self-Destructive

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| Theme Song |

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go – Wham!
_{” You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead. ”}

| House Number |

aaaa dunno which

| Extra Information |

N/A

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Hmm, on the note of shipping: the pining will absolutely be real. ;D

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AAAH AAAH I get it

Because tattoos are permanent and like records of stuff? Something. My brain lost me on that last one.

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@MiddleEarthRoze SHE'S ACCEPTED

even tho u dissin my OTP *shakes fist*

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@Dusk

down here no one can hear you beg

time to whip out the smutty oneshots to kinkshame you

all you will know is shame for kinks that aren't even yours.

s i n n e r

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.... I may have to put Andrew Garfield away then....

@Write

Don't you dare.

i require a harem. Oh shit wait--

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(ALSO DONT LISTEN TO THEM GIVE ME MY DESTIEL NOW)

You know what gimme all my ships and throw Andrew Garfield in there for Spideypool. MWUAHAHAHAHA