Yeah, so that was such a good idea that I felt I had to implement it immediately. So here goes.
This is Archangel Michael. Chief of the Angels by tradition if not in fact, wields a flaming sword and is said to deliver the proclaimations of God... thus spends a lot of time running his mouth at people who actually do things. Has an unfortunate taste for baby meat, and is the reluctant angel of insomnia, a task he deeply resents. Petulant, whiny, self-absorbed, childish. Kicks a fair amount of ass in battle, which would be the only reason his foolishness is tolerated. Has complete contempt for the human race, wants only to complete his duties on earth and return to heaven where it's clean and warm and they have twenty-four-hour bbq'd baby delivery.
Gotta love the look of horror on that baby's face.