Real Name: Micheal Striker
Date of Birth: June 16, 1971
Place of Birth: St. Louis, Missouri
Marital status: Married, now single
Occupation: Registered Hero
Powers: Swordmanship and Regeneration
Group affiliation: Shield of Valor

Age: 35
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10”
Weight: 275lbs
Eyes: Glowing white
Hair: white

History: Archangel Micheal was born Micheal Leo Striker in the bussiling city of St. Louis. He grew up a normal life including getting into sports in high school and having an exceptional GPA. So the time came for graduation from his high school, and he already had a number of colleges and univeristies looking at his for football and wrestling, but that was not the course he wanted to take. Micheal Striker was a son of an army father, and that is what he was going to carry on.

Micheal enlisted into the Marines not two monthis after his graduation and began to take a liking to the way the marines were ran. He served his country in a number of wars and special operations, but was still missing somthing in his life, a spouse to share his life with. It was a full 5 years later that he met and married one Elizibeth McGowen, a devote roman catholic.

After the birth of there thrid child, Micheal received an invitation to become a member of the elite squad on the Paragon City Special Ops Force in Rhode Island. Without a moment of hesitation, he packed his family up, and relocated to Paragon City. He really did not know what the city was all about until he arrived and saw all the heroes that were running around, maintaining the streets and cleaning up the world.

His first day on the job was not your particular usuall day. He was partnered up with a shady looking individual and was breifed on there mission. There mission was a simple one, break into a Council's Base and plant a bug in that main briefing room. Simple, easy, something Micheal had done a thousand times, but there was something about his partner that he did not like. Before leaving town for the mission, Micheal and his partner stopped at the Church where we attended and said a prayer to Micheal the Archangel, a ritual that he had done a thousand times.

The pair were enroute to the base when that shady character asked to pull over and use the side of the road. He got out and Micheal was not far behind him. After about 15 minutes, the man had not finished. Micheal walked over there and the man was just looking out over the country side off the edge of the ravine. Micheal stepped up to take a look and the man stepped back, that is the last thing he would remember.

When Micheal came too, he was in a place of blinding white light, with two men standing over him. One had wings that looked to be 50 tip to tip, the other was dressed in a brillant white robe witha long white beard. Finally, as Micheal got up, he saw his clothes and all the blood on his own body. When asked what had happened, the two other men replayed the event that caused this. That shady Man had up a switchblade in his back and then pushed him off the each of the ravine, and then drove off. Micheal was flabergasted, how he could let that happened to him, a veteran. The two men in the white finally spoke. The one in the wings was the man that he prayed to before every mission, Micheal the Archangel, the other one was St. Peter, the man you met at the Perly Gates.

This is where things got interesting for Micheal. He was given an ultimatium for his death. Either one, burn in Purgatory for his sins of killing people, or two, follow Micheal the Archangel and see what he has in story for you. Being the one to take the higher road, Micheal got himself up, brushed himself off, and follow Micheal the Archangel through a large metal door. Inside this room were massice amounts of swords, axes, maces, and much more. Micheal the Archangel walked passed everthing to a platfrom at the end of the room. There, a blinding light pierced his eyes. When his eyes focused again, he saw a large, white metal sword with the emblem of Micheal the Archangel inscribed on to the hilt. Micheal the Archangel then spoke for the first time. He said, "You are a chosen one. When the time would have come, you would have been my right hand in the battle of heaven and hell, but being that you have be sent up here prematurly, I am going to send you back, but not as you think. You will be given my sword and the gift of all the powers of an Angel. I command you to take vengance on those that do evil deeds. That harm others, and that make people suffer. Go and send the evil to their maker!" And with that, he was at the bottom of the ravine, again.

This time, we was no longer covered in blood. His old camo gone, and a new pair of black pants with strange marking on them crazed his legs. In his hand was the Sword of Micheal the Archangel, and his hair was brillant white. On a whim and a smile, Micheal lepped into the air and began to fly, known that we was truly Micheal the Archangel's right hand of Vengance. Micheal now knew what he must do, take the name of his master and follow the order that Micheal the Archangel gave him.
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To those that do evil to others,
To those that make people suffer,
To those that destroy people life,
I am an agent of The real Micheal the Archangel, and I will have not mercy on your soul, so when I come to find you,
MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD