Name: Evon Lyren
Age: Appears 19-20, is around her 50's to 60's.
Evon Lyren was found seated in the back of a limousine. The seats made of the finest leather and she was surprised to see how spacious it was in the back. The driver had even offered her something to eat or drink and she quickly refused, fearing that she would spill her drink. The last thing she needed to do was make a mess, there was no way she could afford to cover it. She had never ridden in anything so pristine that it made her uncomfortable and nervous. Her medium length black hair was tied up in a high pony tail as she sat anxiously, staring out at the window. Her orbs fixed on the full moon and her head filled with thoughts and worries. She never knew her parents had a family friend until quite recently and what made things worse was that they wished for her to live with him because she wasn't ‘old’ enough. Snorting to herself at the ridiculous thought, how could not be old enough.
“Miss. Lyren?” she snapped out of her thoughts to realize that they had finally come to a stop. Three hours had merely passed like nothing and she couldn’t explain why she felt so hesitant to get out of the limousine. The driver got out of his seat with ease and opened the door for her, grunting softly as if to hint to her to get out. A sigh escaped passed her cracked lips as she finally stepped out to face the large mansion in front of her. A cold breeze blew by her and she heard the trunk of the limo being shut close behind her. Turning her head, the driver set her handed her bag whilst offering a gentle smile. “Thank you,” she whispered softly as she stared at the building. She was scared and worried over who this mystery man was, was he someone she would like? The large house intimidated her, but she knew she couldn’t stand out there all night. Finally making her way up the stairs she eyed the elegant doorknob that probably was an antique by way it was designed. She didn't even get a chance to touch it because the door had opened on its own and a maid with light blonde hair greeted her before taking her bag off her.
“You’re early, we had not expected you to arrive yet,” she explained before moving aside so Evon could enter. She was clad in the usual maid’s uniform but even that looked expensive in Evon’s eyes. “I’ll go ahead and take this to your room, the rest will tend to you,” she informed before walking off, not giving Evon the chance to disagree. She could easily have taken her belongings to her room, but of course the maids would probably get into trouble if she did that. Glancing to the side she saw two other maids who bowed before grabbing the rest of her belongings that she had brought and followed the first maid. There were three butlers found nearby all greeting her politely with manners, all this made her question how rich this man really was. Her eyes moved from figure to figure until she was literally inspecting the sophisticated yet elegant foyer. It was dark and there was little lighting, but it wasn’t a problem for Evon or probably anyone else that lived here for that matter.
“Miss. Lyren, if you done staring I’d like to take you to greet the Master. He has been waiting quite some time for you,” one of the butlers called out as Evon blinked. Nodding slightly she motioned for him to lead the way so she could finally meet this mysterious man. She wanted nothing more than to return back to the days she was happily living with her parents, but that was nothing but a dream now.