Description
— ❛ full name : Michaelis claimont
— ❛ birthdate : unknown
— ❛ orientation : unknown - switch
— ❛ occupation : florist + part time nurse
— ❛ species : angel; rank: seraphin
— ❛ timezone : gmt-05
— ❛ love interest : none
— ❛ nicknames : mika, mic, mike
extra information about your persona
— ❛ personality : Helpful, Confident, Angelic, Observant, Optimistic, Empathetic, and Loyal.
— ❛ Appearance : Currently sporting permed chocolate brown hair, standing at 5’10” in height, beauty marks: eye, nose, lip, cheek, neck and ears, his eyes are violet ( gold freckles can be seen in them if he faces the sun a certain way ) his wings are white and when he isn’t using them, they appear like tattoos on his back.
— ❛ Powers : Telepathy, Superhuman strength, teleportation, Cosmic Awareness and healing touch.
personality traits; q&a; etc
▪ ― likes : helping, nature, animals, theaters, museums, instruments, reading, collecting and fashion, favorite season is autumn, caramel latte.
▪ ― dislikes : heights, being lied to, bugs, alcohol, flying, heat.
▪ ― hobbies : photography, playing the piano and the violin, reading in the park, doing research on flowers.
▪ ― style : A little bit on the vintage side, sometimes classy or free spirited, definitely isn’t afraid to try new things with his style. he likes changing his hair color, just to experiment Favorites: berets/hats, accessories, sweater/jacket/coat.
▪ ― fears : Going through another heart break.
▪ ― habit : walking yeontan on Sunday evenings to see the sunset, avoiding angels roaming the earth like he was.
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“Why do you care so much?”
“Our father wouldn’t want us doing this.”
He enjoyed leaving amongst the humans. Of course, he had to learn how to control his powers around them. Lucky for him it didn’t take long and he was getting along with his co workers, everything was going okay for him and he was content. And then he met him, he’d never seen him before but then again he’d never worked this floor before. He was probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, sitting in bed as he stared out the window. Intrigued, he would go by the room even when he didn’t a shift on that floor, waiting to find out everything before he approached.
His days continued like this, lunch time he’d spend in the other males room, reading a book and complained if something didn’t go his way, or talked excitedly about what he liked. The other still didn’t give him a response or a reaction, but he didn’t let that deter him, no matter how many of his coworkers were telling him to just give up already. And eventually, it paid off. One night he decided to do double shifts, which lasted until the next morning, where his usual shifts started at 9 am and he would be on his way home by 6 pm. He knew that if he left the hospital there was no way he would wake up in time to show up for lunch, so he decided breakfast would just have to do. He tiredly made his way to the patients room, picked up the book he was on and slumped in the chair. Before he knew it, he was out cold.
Stirring slightly by the sudden presence of someone above him, Michaelis opened his eyes and moved them up slowly to meet the person standing above him. They stared at each other for a moment, Michaelis singing a victory tune in his head as the other male retreated with embarrassment shining through his irises. “You dropped this. Taking care of my books is the least you can do if you’re just going to come in here and read.” Was all he said, pushing the book into Michaelis’s arms before he was staggering back to the bed. The seraph smiled and went home pretty ecstatic that day, and he did manage to forget to eat breakfast. Their interactions and bond grew more after that. Michaelis would sit closer to the bed, he would sometimes read out loud or just simply talked about books he already read, this time he got responses. No matter how curt and short they tend to be. He would even bring the patient a few books out of his own collection at home. They would spend time out in the garden on days where the make was strong enough and the wind didn’t blow too heavy, Michaelis liked those days mostly because he could listen to the male talk about flowers and nature forever.
He had considered curing the male himself. But he wasn’t sure if he should, after all he’d never cured anything terminal before. But it kind of upset him when he would see the male get so sick that nurses had rush in just do make sure he was stable. He couldn’t walk pr stand for a very long time, his skin was so pale almost like he was already dead. And he only did wounds that were visible to the eye. Kind of like he was doing now, the male had accidentally cut himself because of how fragile his skin was and Michaelis immediately wasted no time to grab his hand; ready to heal.
He decided to surprise the male with a dog, just because he knew how much he liked them. As the day got closer and closer, something changed in the male and Michaelis should’ve looked more deeper into it. But he brushed it off as nothing, refusing to think anything about it. That day when he arrived at the hospital, he could immediately tell something was wrong. All his coworkers gave him sad and pitying looks as he made his way up to the floor, the box clutched gently in his arms. Calmly, he made his way towards the room and paused outside the door, eyes slowly filling with tears as the empty room stared back at him. Michaelis never knew what heartbreak was until that moment. He didn’t even know it would hurt that bad.
Suicide, that’s what his death was ruled under. Michaelis, kept the dog and quit his job at the hospital, deciding to move to the city a few months after. Few years go by and now he’s a florist, working with flowers because they remind him of him. And working part time as a nurse in an animal clinic, still hiding from heaven and angels deliberately looking for him.