Michel_Wilshere

@violet_davenport: (Sorry for making you wait so long LOL)

The puppy was affable and outgoing. Not at all standoffish. It's adorable mannerisms, ready acceptance and sweet disposition oddly enough reminded him of his own brother, Kieran Wilshere. He was someone Michel felt was one of the sweetest men in the world. And the enthusiastic canine seemed to be a kindred spirit of the Wilshere Rogue's younger brother. Reaching down to scratch the puppy's stomach, an entertained yet warm smile spread across Michel's rugged features. "She's a sweetheart this one", he chuckled, "Reminds me of someone I know". Rising to his feet after giving the puppy an appropriate amount of attention and affection, Michel met it's owner's gaze.

"I've no idea why dog owners say that but I suppose there has to be some truth behind it", he shrugged in jest, "Or maybe we're all just walking cliches", he laughed before answering the woman's question. "No not really. Though I do live in the States even if my accent says otherwise", the British Bulldog smiled. "I live in Los Angeles. My brother's there and I like being close to him so I live there", he confessed with a subtle shrug. "What about yourself? You seem to be drawing a lot of gazes. Which either means you're a bit famous here or people must really like your pup. And as adorable as she is, I find it hard to believe all the attention is just for her". Pausing, Michel extending his right hand forward to politely commence introductions, "Michel".

@violet_davenport:

Strolling along the sidewalk with his onyx iPhone 6 resting against his ear, a smiling Michel found himself lost in a phone conversation with his younger brother, Kieran Wilshere. "Hehe, aww I miss you too brother. When are Alex and Jill going to come visit us in the States? We all need to get together at some point again and wreak havoc on whichever city's mental enough to welcome the whole Wilshere Clan", Michel laughed. "Honestly, mate, these cities will be thanking us. They'll be thanking the Wilshere Clan for making them even more famous! See that? Only the Wilshere Clan can make America even more famous than it already it is. I know these things, Michel. King Kieran knows", Kieran responded.

Unable to hold back his laughter, the barbate Michel shook his head and continued, "Well it looks like your confidence is still the same eh pretty boy?", the Rogue Wilshere teased. "You're damn right I'm pretty, Michel. So pretty that my mirror thanks me every morning for having the privilege, the privilege, Michel, of seeing me before anyone else does. You're not that bad yourself though, mate. Maybe change your tailor though", the easygoing Welshman chuckled. "Kieran, Kieran. A man who can make any suit look good the way I do has no need to change tailors. Besides, what do you want me to do? Spend a lot of money on a vintage t-shit, designer hip hop pants, and limited edition neon high-tops that some teenager scribbled on with a marker and told me I'm on the cusp of fashion? That's more Alex's style", Michel laughed.

"Ha! That's your brother you're talking about", Kieran jested. "Anyway, what are you up to right now? What are you doing besides not visiting your younger brother here in Avalon?". Shaking his head, Michel smirked as he approached the doors to a restaurant, "I'm not sure but I think I'll go have a glass of some good ass whiskey somewhere". Chuckling in response to his brother's words, Kieran paused for a moment. "Listen, mate. If you want fine ass whiskey, you come and drink with me. The whiskey I drink is bloody amazing. My whiskey is sixty five million year old whiskey. My whiskey is dinosaur whiskey, Michel. World Wars were fought making my whiskey", Kieran remarked, garnering a burst of laughter from the eldest Wilshere, "Oh my God.. Kieran... I don't even know with you anymore".

"Your phone just beeped. I'm taking up your airtime, Michel. So I'll save your phone bill by ending the call now. Abrazos y besos", Kieran said, much to Michel's confusion, "What's that?", he asked. "It's Spanish for hugs and kisses. Learned it from a friend", Kieran clarified. "Ah alright. Hugs and kisses then little brother. Love you lots", Michel responded before Kieran bid his farewell and ended the call, "Love you lots too. Bye bye now. And come visit me in Avalon!". Sliding his back into his pocket, the Rogue Wilshere set foot inside the restaurant. He wasn't extraordinarily good looking, though his roguish comeliness and rugged features did garner some attention here and there as he made his way to the bar before pausing a foot away as his eyes set on a dog. "Heh, adorable", he remarked with a smile before meeting the presumed owner's gaze, "She yours?".

I think I might switch to Seth Rollins.

Tough.

@gladiatrix:

The woman was certainly personable. Her every smile seemed to drip with sincere benevolence and an engrossing brand of positivity. "You're welcome, love", he sportively winked, returning her engaging smile with his own waggish curl of the mouth. "Heh, good. Now we don't have to go through a partially awkward interview", he paused, meeting her extended, lotioned hand with his own in a firm yet amicable handshake, "Glad to be on board, Gladiatrix. This should be fun".

@gladiatrix:

"Gladiatrix huh?", the corners of his mouth edged upwards in a playful smile, "Nice name", he paused, 'Though it can't possibly be her real name I don't think', he wondered. Resuming their conversational exchange, Michel shifted his gaze towards the grandiloquent warehouse highlighted by Gladiatrix's wave of the hand. "And please, call me 'Michel'. This all feels so formal", he amicably insisted. "Not bad, I don't mind warehouses. I work on my weapons in one so it's fine. Besides, I'm not here for an HQ with the kind of luxury that a ruler can't measure. I'm here to get shit done", earnest determination dripping from his smile.

"Alright, what can I tell you.. well, I'm not bloodthirsty but I do fight very aggressively though I don't kill, not unless I absolutely need to", he paused, tamely rubbing his stubbled jaw as a pensive expression falls upon his features. "Hmm what else.. oh I'm the Connoisseur's brother, I'm not sure he's known here in Canada or even the States but he's big in the UK", he chuckled, "I don't know what else to say honestly so why don't you just ask me what you want to know and I'll be happy to indulge you, love".

@gladiatrix:

"Hello", Michel paused, greeting the patriotically garbed champion with an affable yet partially waggish smile, "Nice costume by the way. Oh and it's uh Michel Wilshere", he answered, ensuring that he did not allow her question to slip past his focus. "Well, you know my name. What do I call you?", he inquired in subtle jest. "Oh and I'm here to inquire about joining this Justice League I've been hearing about. This is the HQ right?".

@natalia_dante: Thanks :)

@gladiatrix:

"So you're really going to join this Justice League team you spoke about?", the vocal skepticism of his younger brother, Kieran otherwise known as the Connoisseur, spoke through the Wilshere Rogue's iPhone 5S. "Oh absolutely mate", Michel's deep, raspy voice rolled through his wolfish, almost sportive grin. "Hmm well, if I may ask, why?", Kieran questioned. "I don't know little brother, maybe because the MVP's isn't really suited for me. I don't go to country club prison if I get arrested", Michel jested, "You think I'm mad don't you?", he inquired, an entertained chuckle escaping his person. "Not because of this, I've always thought you were the mental one between all of us", the European Elitist taunted. "Heh, well everyone knows that when I arrive, I'm there to f*ck shit up".

Venturing deeper into the Canadian wilderness, the British Bulldog cautiously speaks into his phone, intent on concluding his phone conversation with his brother. "Listen I have to go, I'm near the place, I think. You go on and do what you do. You know spend a ridiculous sum of money on a vintage t-shirt, designer hip hop pants, limited edition neon high-tops that some teenager scribbled on with a marker and have them tell you you're on the cusp of fashion. Okay bye bye!". Terminating the succinct phone call and fitting his high-end smartphone into his right pocket, the jeans, dark leather jacket-adorned rogue pauses a foot before the entrance to a renovated military warehouse. "Well I guess this is the place. Do I just walk in or..".

@aeron_glyndwr:

"Nice. We'll need all the supernatural resources we can get. And I mean both the artifacts and those witch friends of yours. Could even be a catalyst", the robust Alexander remarked, coolly adjusting his stylish Chrome Heart sunglasses prior to subjecting himself to the relaxing effects of his paper-rolled joint of premier quality cannabis. More or less submitting to the superior intelligence of their more intellectually gifted brother, Alexander, the Wilshere siblings issued separate nods of complacency with respect to the Dutch Don's suggestions. "Alright, so as usual, we'll go with Alex's plan because nobody can ever seem to think of a better one", Kieran jested, unwrapping both arms from Aeron's waist with a tame laugh.

And though she remained silent, Jill offered Alexander a benign smile of quiet approval. "So it seems like we're all set then", Michel paused, turning to meet Aeron's gaze with mischief and elfin flair in his features. "Take it easy sister, you're not me. You can doll yourself up as much as you want but you'll never catch my attention the way my Han Solo smirk does whenever I look at my own reflection", he grinned, "Besides, even if you're not my sister by blood, this isn't Game of Thrones. I am an honorable man. I will die an honorable man. That honor is here to stay, like the US national debt". Rising to his feet, the smart-mouthed Wilshere Rogue's features quickly gave way to a smile of wolfish enthusiasm upon registering Aeron's voiced willingness to journey to Russia on short notice. "Good, cause I already got our plane tickets".