PLAYER
» Journal: whisperswaltz
» Birthdate/Age: July '89; 22
» Characters Played: Fred, Cassie

CHARACTER
» Name: Michael
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Reference: http://supernatural.wikia.com/wiki/Michael
» Canon Point: 5.13 Song Remains the Same
» Gender: None, his vessel is male (though the pronoun that is used is male)
» Age: Ageless, his vessel is early twenties
» Orientation: Asexual, he's an angel. At their base, they have no sexual drive. (Gabriel living on Earth for centuries may be the exception.)
» Personality:
Michael is the eldest son of God and the Host of Heaven. This encompasses a lot of his personality. He is loyal to his Father above all else. Even after God abandoned them, he took up the responsibility of Heaven and making sure that everything went according to his Father's plan. There was to be no deviations and he saw to it that the Apocalypse happened as it should.

Even if that meant killing his brother. After all, he was the one who put him in the Cage the first time. He asks no questions, and even when Lucifer points out that God had all of this planned and how very wrong it all was, Michael insisted that it had to happen, simply because God said so.

In that respect, the show parallels Sam and Dean with Lucifer and Michael. Michael was the older brother that continued on in his Father's path despite all of the flaws. He is the one that took care of everything.

But like all of the angels, he is another soldier without freewill. Not that he can't gain it, but he stick to the plan because it is right. And everything that has to do with staying on course must be right as well. Angels tend to be blind in that respect. They will do anything to get their ends met.

In Michael's case, he sent Zachariah after Dean. Michael trapped Dean in a room. Michael and the other angels let the Apocalypse happen. Michael let Sam break the last seal because it was fated. He also went so far as setting up Mary and John so that Dean would be the perfect vessel. He arranged cupids to make sure they fell in love.

There is no one to guide him now, he's simply had to make do with what he has. He has the arrogance of an angel. Not that he compares himself to God, but he is one step below him. He may not be actively belittling humans (as Zachariah, Uriel, and Raphael), but he knows how powerful he is.

Still at some point he had to love humans simply because God told him to. This is where the relationship between Lucifer and Michael started to fray. Lucifer is his little brother and one of the archangels. He was the most loved by God before humans came around. But he questioned their Father and Michael was told to send him to hell. So he did it.

Whether there was emotional backlash or not, it was his duty, and that seems to be something he clings to. When talking to Dean in his father's body, he tells Dean that he would not want to kill Lucifer no more than Dean would want to Sam. He practically raised him.

This is where Michael differs from Dean. He tells him that he has to. He has no want to screw fate like Dean repeatedly does. He says he does it because he is a good son. To him that is the end all and be all. No questions asked. It's something Dean can relate to, especially seeing as John once told Dean that if Sam gets bad enough to kill him. But Dean could never do that.

There was something in him that couldn't give up on his brother and knew what was right, ultimately right. Not right just because someone said so.

But Michael is so sure of himself. Because he is an angel and his Father is God. Everything else in not important. He points out that there is no chance. Everything came to be because it had to, because it was made to. Ultimately he made it that way. His blind faith led to everything else happening. It is a plan that played itself perfectly.

All of this culminates in him telling Dean that free will is an illusion. Another point that differs from Lucifer since he believes it's attainable. Michael is doing what is meant to be done because all of it was planned or made to be.
» Appearance: Matt Cohen is his PB.
» Suitability: n/a

SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:

[He blinks this is uncomfortable. His presence his hard, much harder than his vessel's. He does not wish to address people like this, but according to the maids in the palace, it would be easier to understand if the people told him. Also now he had clothes on.]

This is not my Father's bidding, I am told. Nor Lucifer's. [As if his brother could.]

I am Michael. I am in need of answers, and a way to return to my former self. I do not believe my Grace is here. [Being human for this long was nauseating. Even more than just having a vessel. At least he still had his Grace then. But it couldn't be here. He was no fallen angel. That wasn't an option. He was God's most faithful.]

I have already been made aware of this place's intentions. A sex island. [That is disgusting. Clearly he's opposed to any notion of it.] You cannot kill an Archangel so easily.

[He's talking too much, too much happening that he just doesn't understand. There's a stillness to him. Far more than John Winchester could ever be. There is a sigh.]

This seems useless, despite my urgency to return to my own world.

Lucifer, we need to talk. [Because yes, he knows you're here. His jaw tightens, still debating on the fact that he is supposed to kill him, the way it is written, and yet knowing that this is no plan of their Father's.]

» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
He doesn't even have to open his eyes before he knows something is wrong. There is a sudden lack of-- everything, so much of his senses are limited now. There was no Grace, there was no power. Even as he tried to simply get out of wherever here was, Michael could not. Any other attempts were futile.

It was gone. His Grace was gone. And in its place was a body. At this point he rises. He was in a bed. He was human and in a bed. His lip curled as he suddenly registered there was something around his neck. His hands moved up to touch it. It was then he caught his reflection in the mirror. John Winchester.

Well he had just talked to Dean.

His eyes keyed on to his form though. He looked tired. No that wasn't it. It was these feelings. Like some sort of contentment. Michael's chest rose and fell sharply as if he'd just been physical in some capacity. He turns back to the bed.

This is simply not possible. No one had the power to rip an Archangel, the eldest Archangel from where he was to-- Michael paused. It was hard to sense what this place was now that he was human. His omniscience was gone, and it made him glare. Was this his Father? Had he disappointed Him? Surely there were better punishments than this.

He needed answers. So heading out without clothes -- because how did that social stigma affect an angel? -- Michael sought out someone who may know something.