Michael

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[attr="class","SScontent2temp1"]Michael doesn't remember. He doesn't remember his age, his escalation of training, his first moment of awareness, or the last day of his innocence. He only remembers one thing that drives him to be who he is: Hope. Another word stirs deep in his core that he has come to despise like all the creatures he has learned to disembowel: Revenge. [break][break]Michael has taken upon the responsibility of taking away the naivety of those at the academy, and hone it in both experience and training. He is at his best in a fight, with a weapon in hand, armor on his breast, and a confidence that he believes can enlighten the masses. Outside of battle, the true war begins. Michael was created to defend, and when there's nothing to defend, he aches for the day for Lucifer to return. The idea that a fellow Archangel can betray the academy has broken him, and the break has left a festering blight he's forever trying to mend.[break][break]When the council gathered, Michael had voiced his disapproval of reopening the academy, having seen the faults that came with its location and past, but even he could understand the need to involve themselves given how much the world had fallen. Upon further evaluation, and perhaps a soft spoken word in encouragement, he consented. Now, the internal struggle between the light that swells within him and the shadow of revenge has often left him to seek out solitude when not defending the academy or training the recruits. Those that have come to know him, that can piece away the unyielding exterior of both warrior and teacher, will always see the burning light that creates a beacon of hope. But Michael only sees the pinprick of a shadow, and will stop at nothing to someday see that shadow quenched.

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