Raphael

Raphael cared too much and was sometimes distance. He loved love. He hid himself but it was always difficult. When faced with life or death he always chose life unless ordered otherwise. Being a doctor was his only salvation. He loved it even when he had to do the worst in the name of medicine. Being Michael's second was his worst. The doctor was always elegant and loved to flirt. 

He was obedient and without ambition. He had everything he always wanted. He was a slave to life and love. His feelings betrayed him more times than not. The doctor stumbled and interrupted when his nerves got the best of him. He was high born but tried not to show it, he tried to blend with everyone, but did not succeed the way Michael did. 

The archangel commander hated managing others. He was afraid he did not fit it, they would accept him as a manager in his rightful place. He imagined earth and was glad to be back there. They and he were usually all alone. To be together with all the seven was rare and strange. He was haughty yet calm and always well spoken. He was lovely was as devoted as Michael to any person or cause.

Then Raphael had trouble moving his hands. He had never had this trouble or task before. The guy he found was an attractive ladies man yet a scoundrel. It was difficult to turn him into a respected Doctor. But Raphael could do it. He had been born a noble and always being an archangel. Every stride was well placed and every motion well thought. He was beauty in sight, deeds, and thought. He stayed up all night learning, flexed his fingers it was pain full like arthritis.