<div class="floatleft">(https://media.licdn.com/mpr/mpr/shrinknp_400_400/AAEAAQAAAAAAAALwAAAAJGZhMWY2ODI5LTI0NTItNDhjZC05YmIzLWJjMzczZTRhNmU5Zg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danuka Skala<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>People always repeat the mantra of not judging a book by its cover.  A continual desire to surpass the expectation others place on them.  The truth was a much harsher reality that most people wore their lives on their bodies and in some fashion those aspects could be discerned.  Bearing, walk, clothing choices and mannerisms were all a reflection of a life lived.  Danuka was no different even if she would like to believe she was a step apart from those around her.  Yet when she walked out of the vehicle that brought her to this place in secret there was no mistaking the military bearing she carried.  Proud and tall, she walked with a singular purpose even if that purpose was simply to get in line.  Military grade boots meet the tarmac, but their exterior did not match the other clothing she wore.  Where the denim jeans were custom and expensive, cut perfectly to suit her powerful legs and narrow waist, the boots were worn and mired in dirt.  Polished to be certain, but nobody would wash away the years of use and comfort those boots provided.  They were as much a soldier as she.<br/><br/>The other clothing on the woman was functional but also expensive.  Designed to provide tight movement and protection, the jeans were indeed name-brand.  Across her powerfully built torso a red leather jacket was zipped up tight.  While the muscles of her arms and abdomen could not readily be seen there was no mistaking her broad chest and shoulders.  Such clothing options spoke of money from somewhere in her immediate history.  Enough money to spend on expensive clothing that was worn casually enough to be picked off the street wearing.  Bits of jewelry decorated her hands and neck, colored stones and precious metals that glistened beneath ambient light.  A deep breath was taken once she stepped out onto the tarmac and took in the military compound for the first time.  There a smile worked across her lips.<br/><br/>A harsh zip was taken down the front of her jacket as she approached the others.  The woman’s face seemed chiseled from stone.  Distinct features seemed to have been molded by some ancient God of the European country-side.  A pair of sapphire stones had been set in place of her eyes.  Their color brilliantly flashing toward the assembling people while she stalked toward the food.  Now that the jacket opened to reveal a simple muscle shirt of white beneath, the true depth of her strength could be better appreciated.  Even the simple act of reaching for the food and coffee set the muscles buried under her flesh into motion.<br/><br/>“Haven’t seen anything like this in a long time.”<br/><br/>