<div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Evonne/evonne_02.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>::One Day Ago::</strong></div><br/>She'd always hated the short intermissions between one charge and the next; that small amount of wasted time where she neither had her powers or someone who would wield them in her stead. Mostly she hated how her ring would push her to follow an unknown path as she sought out the next of her horsemen. There were times where she pushed the limits of her ring, where she ignored the call for as long as possible and didn't gather up her charge until much later.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Evonne, her soon to be charge had decided to travel to Caracas, thus ruining her plans of pushing her previously set time record. The place he had chosen to eat was a small and dark, slightly run down, eatery called<em>Pablo's</em>. She was sitting in a far corner and had used what little power she still had to pull some darkness around her to keep from being noticed.<br/><br/>There had been a time when she hadn't had to do this - a time where her power had been fully hers to wield and control. She often remembered those days with a sorrowful kind of longing. The rush she had gotten whenever a command was sent out was something she stilled ached for; it was something she envied her temporary charges of and, more often than not, she tended to take our her frustration on them. Her treatment of her newest acquisition hadn't been decided on yet, as she was waiting to meet him. Once she had determined his attitude and personality, then she would decide.<br/><br/>His order came and he started eating, still alert to everything around him. He was a promising subject – at least that much she could tell – and possibly held more potential than the last idiot she had been saddled with.<br/><br/>Evonne closed her  eyes and thought back to when<em>she</em>had been the one to start and end wars. She had whispered into the ears of kings and knights – promised them things in their dreams as she beckoned them to war with friends and enemies alike. Generals and foot soldiers alike had fallen under her spell, rushing forth without truly knowing where the want of battle had come from. It was like an unquenchable thirst: the more she yearned for it, the more aware she was that her power would never again be fully hers.<br/><br/>She was pulled out of her musings by a rather insistent tug, her ring acknowledging that the one it had chosen for the task was not even twenty feet away. For a moment she looked at it, her thumb rubbing the bright ruby before twisting it back around. It was rare for her to take it off, the last time had been at least a hundred years ago, and a callus had formed on the middle finger of her left hand, above and below where the ring sat. Sighing, she stood up, dusting invisible dust from her clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43174028). It had been sometime in the late sixties that she had started reading spy novels and while she never found any of them believable, she had rather liked the idea of dressing like one. It had taken her a few years, but now she had a wardrobe that she could say she was proud of.<br/><br/>Her black trousers were of the finest material, cut to give the illusion of height and sewn to fit her body perfectly. The blouse she wore was a simple, striped button down, the dark-ish red stripes the only hint of color she wore. She had a thick wool trench coat, dark grey and reaching down to the middle of her thigh. It was buttoned, the material hugging her slim form perfectly. A soft white scarf of Scottish cashmere was wrapped around her neck, hiding the one piece of jewelry she wore for adornment. Her boots, practical while still being fashionable, gave her additional height and helped to somewhat mask her petite nature.<br/><br/>It was getting to be late morning and Evonne glanced at her wrist watch, a delicate band of black leather and silver setting. Time had always fascinated her and she would often sit and watch the seconds tick by, knowing that she could sit there for centuries and not perish. With a shake of her head she signaled to the two large men that accompanied her, hired help paid for by funds she had from readily available fortunes, and walked to the man that would be her charge. The men walked around him, still lightly hidden so as not to spook him, and at her nod injected him with a sedative. She watched dispassionately as he slumped over and was caught.<br/><br/>"Get him into the car, I want to leave as soon as possible."<br/><br/>If there was one thing that Evonne had learned through the centuries, it was to always be prepared. She was always at least ten steps ahead, her mind playing out every scenario possible for her as she planned her next moves. It was a side effect, of sorts, and she'd honed the skill until everything she did seemed to fall perfectly into place as expected. One thing she had done was to make sure she had the financial resources to move about the world with no limits. Small investments in the past had paid off largely over the years and she now had more than enough available to do what she needed and, when necessary, to hire others to do it for her.<br/><br/>Outside a large black SUV was waiting, the tinted windows not letting anyone see into the vehicle. The men carrying her charge dragged him outside and put him in the back as she got in, her thumb twisting the silver ring around her finger.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>::Present Day::</strong></div><br/>When Evonne finally made her way downstairs the others had already arrived. She stood back and watched them, still amazed after all this time at how different they all were. Regardless of what they each felt or thought, her fellow horsemen, and the general, were all the family she had. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips as Serena tormented the poor souls inside the holding room, her antics lightening the dark mood that had begun to settle on her.<br/><br/>She wasn't looking forward to the task of training up a new charge and had woken up jet lagged and in a rather foul mood. Her outfit today was much simpler (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43174521): dark jeans, a lacy white blouse, and dark red pumps with five inch heels. A delicate silver chain hung around her neck, the antique sword shaped pendant glinting delicately in the light.<br/><br/>Caleb walked in, quiet and solemn as always, and ordered the girl he had been assigned to follow. As he walked out, Evonne made her way into the room, giving him a nod and a smile as they passed each other.<br/><br/>"So what's going on here?"<br/><br/>Evonne stopped just inside the door and stared at the man she would be teaching everything to. He was older than she was accustomed to and stood starkly out of place among everyone else. That alone gave her some hope that he wouldn't be as hard to train as some past charges had proven to be.<br/><br/>Just then the tall red headed young man stood up and yelled after Caleb. "Hey! Hey wait, what about the rest of us! "<br/><br/>Evonne raised an eyebrow at him, her look full of cold condescension. She said nothing, however, preferring to leave him in the hands of Elizabeth. Her sigh was impatient as she turned back to her own charge.<br/><br/>"Mr. Salt, we have much to discuss. If you'd do me the favor of following, I'll explain everything to you. " She gestured toward the door and after waiting only a second, walked out.<br/><br/>Her heels echoed in the hallway, a sound she'd learned to love decades ago, as she headed for the stairwell. Evonne would show him to his room first. After that – after that she'd finally decide on how this one would be treated.