(UPDATE: not hybrid but idea for new species called azorians) i had this picture in mind reminicint of a raptor esck character in the sense that it has scales but feathers as well, it came after watching the new noah movie and seeing the reptilian dog. so i was thinking of this scaley canine character with a crown of feathers almost? like very long riggid feathers sparsely spread along the cranium going in a very sharp backwards motion. very sharp long and riggid. and she would have two miss matched eyes one very gold and the other a soft blue.her scales would be a very creamish tan with a hint of grey specks in them. the feathers would kind of be a very dull blue grey. and i imagined one of her arms would be torn off by a horror (a monstrosity from a novel im writing) and she had it replaced--so her arm would be this dull gold and brass clock work arm that doesnt quit match her body type, its very bulky and clunky and stutters alot and has a tendancy to get stuck sometimes. but it mends perfectly with her leather trench coat which has the right arm (her missing arm) torn off the jacket and the leather is faded and torn from wear and tear, its ripped all along the base where its coated with blood and mud. with several holes along the rest of the coat she wields this kind of this enlarged butchers blade on a long wooden handle, its corroded and rusted a bit showing its age and its use. she'd have these tall makeshift leather boots that go up to her knees, kind of wadders but alot thinner and avtually follow the contours of her legs, these are also blood and mud encrusted. her pants would be simple black canvas cloth pants that tuck into her boots. the only thing she'd be wearing is a hardened leather corset with a iron and leather small pouldren strapped to it that covers the right shoulder over the leather trench coat
(i ment as her top thats the only thing shes wearing XD
shes a fairly neutral person, shes kind of void of emotion in most situations. very solemn and silent. grim and violent as well she has an explosive temper blowing up on the tiniest thing to piss her off. but her anger doesnt cloud her thinking she takes it and bottles it up into her attacks and her decisions while keeping agile, quick on her feet, and quick on her strategies. her life revolves around hunting the horrors and its all she really thinks about nowa days. used to think of alot more before
her arm was removed against her will