Michael [Approved]

[Liam Sarkozy]

Michael

"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting,but no good reason ever to hate without reservation. To imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."

You're Such an Inspiration for the Ways

name: SARKOZY, Liam
age: 43
orientation: Straight
gender: Male
species: Archangel

That I Will Never Ever Choose to Be

build: average
height: 6'0"
weight: 150 lbs
eye color: Light Blue
hair color: Graying brown hair
appearance:
Being the oldest Archangel, Liam has the oldest appearance of the group. He is about average in both his height and weight with gorgeous light blue eyes and brown hair that has begun to turn gray, despite his attempts to keep it it's natural color. And remember kids, even though he looks old, he will not hesitate to fuck you up.
face claim: Hugh Laurie

Oh So Many Ways for Me to Show You

personality:
Liam can occasionally be calm and level headed, but he actually has quite a fierce temper. He is the only one of the Archangels to be birthed instead of infused in an already existing body, so he does not suffer from the bodies original soul popping up. Nor is he confused by the human body's functions like the others. He's quite cranky and sarcastic, especially when he gets called in the middle of the night to answer questions. Regardless of it all, Liam is fiercely loyal.

strengths:
- He Got the "Big Guy" on his side
- His connection to the Military
- Serious fighting skillz0rs xD
- He's faster and stronger than regular humans
- He's well educated in the functions of the human body

weaknesses:
- Human Age
- Temper
- Sometimes forgets about his connection to mankind
- Lonely because he comes off as antisocial a l0t
- Allergic to cats and dogs

fun facts:
He's the only one of the Archangels that was infused in a baby still in the womb, and has lived on Earth as a human the longest.

Likes to kick snakes

history:
After fighting for God on the front line, Michael and the other Archangels thought they had won the fight against evil. Little did they know at the time, that the Devil and his followers were planning another attack on mankind's souls.

God sent Michael to a woman's womb, and he was born into the human world as Liam Sarkozy. He was told by God at a young age that he was Saint Michael the Archangel. In his forty-some years as a human, Liam has done extremely well in his school work, and never missed church.

In his youth, Liam worked his way up to become a commander in the United States Army, and now retired, runs a giant library where the archangels gather for strategic meetings. He lives above the library in a large bedroom with a large window over looking the city.

How Your Savior Has Abandoned You

name: Admin Jude
age: 18
experience: 7 or 8 years
password: ADMIN EDIT
sample:
from a ff7 site

"Vincent, it's Kite. I've got a big problem here!" He shouted into the phone. The sound of feet shuffling, guns cocking and guards talking. Kite was on his feet in an instant and kicked the phone in Cloud's direction, "Vincent, Fort Condor- NOW!" It wasn't like Kite to order anyone around, especially not Vincent Valentine, but then again, he didn't quite feel like himself at the moment.

Once more, Kite unsheathed his buster sword. He held it strong in both hands, en guard for an on coming attack, cold, unforgiving metal pressed against his head. Sighing softly he turned his head slowly and smiled to Cloud, "Hey," He paused for a moment, lowering the sword, "would you say I became a hero?" Kite never really expected an answer from Cloud. Sweeping the legs out from underneath the man behind him, Kite shoved the buster sword with all of his might in front of Cloud, to protect him from any harm.

With the super strength and speed only members of SOLIDER first class could possibly have, Kite took off without hearing Cloud's apology, not certain if he would make it or not. He knew they had less time now than they did, that now that there was a struggle, reinforcements would be arriving soon.

Approaching the two guards who previously held their guns to Cloud's chest, the echo of multiple rounds firing, and tearing through flesh and cold night air was the only that could be heard. The bullets ripping at his left arm and the right part of his chest could do little to slow Kite down. Adrenaline is a powerful thing when someone close to you has their life in danger.

Only appearing weaponless, Kite ducked slightly forward and pulled a bowie knife from the sheath on his ankle. Diving at the two shooting at him, holding the knife off to the side Kite buried the blade into the guard on the left's side, and caught his gun before it dropped to the ground.

Using the gun he had just picked up, Kite pistol whipped the second man in the head, knocking him unconscious. For a split second, Kite had forgotten the man he left close to Cloud, perhaps a fatal mistake. His bullet wounds began to pulse with an intense pain and his vision began to falter, but these things wouldn't stop Kite from protecting Cloud.

Dashing back to his buster sword, Kite watched with a smirk as the man frantically tried to pull the sword out of the ground to reach Cloud. Reaching his hand up to cover the wound in his chest, the gun held loosely in the other, "Need some help?" Kite asked with a unfamiliar humor in his voice. He closed the gap between them and, kicking the guard away, put his now bloody hand on the handle of his sword, "This is how it's done!" He grunted as he tore the sword from the ground. Now, holding it out to the guard and standing in front of Cloud, he was ready for a real fight.