<div class="floatleft">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/Osaraavatar.jpg)</div>Osara had arrived the same time as the others, dressed in the firey red and oranges of her hooded robes. Making her long black as night hair and stunning green eyes a beautiful if alluring contrast to her clothes. There was a smile on her face as she portrayed herself to be friendly to others, even pleased to be there, but it was a facade. In truth she looked at the others with suspicion as her mind raced, trying to figure them all out as quickly as possible and how best to exploit them all.<br/><br/>In her mind it was only a matter of time for people to stand there with a dagger at her throat, it had been that way far to many times before and she couldnt see the nature of people changing so easily. Unfortunately having grown up as a criminal mastermind during the great war hadnt taught her the fact that people were as different as snowflakes.<br/><br/>She stood near to everyone else but kept her back to a corner as she folded her arms one over the other over her stomach as light green eyes watched and read what they could beneath the brilliant red hood and much darker locks of hair.