Ok, first submission here. If you watch my FA, I uploaded it there too and this is copypasta of the same description soooo... nothing new.

Fair warning: my scanner butchered the crap out of my raw pencil lines and I hastily threw color onto this just so I had a visual reference, so it's not my best work. (Though I am really happy with the actual sketch, just UGH MY SCANNER. UGH.)

Soooo who wants the D? You want the D. Everybody wants the D. Here's some D.

D. Raptor came out of some Metal Gear Solid geekery and my brain just taking off on this wild mania-fueled tangent that I decided to nurture for a few days. Took a page from ye olde Jurassic Park 4 "dinosaur-human hybrid solider!" rumors that horrified me, spun it into something I liked much better and voila! D.

Want some story? Here's some story.

"D" stands for "Delta", given identifier to the fourth in a row of military experiments to create a super hybrid soldier (OH YES, I FREAKING WENT THERE.) The base result was a female dromaeosaur of mixed species with the mental capacity of a human; numerous surgical procedures, enhancements and cybernetic implants gave her the ability to speak, use her tail as a weapon or a prop, stand upright for limited amounts of time, and LOOK OUT WORLD THE BITCH HAS THUMBS.

An unfortunate side effect of all this is that she's thick-blooded with poor circulation. Those boobs you're looking at aren't actually boobs; those are actually circulatory aids to help keep her blood warm and moving while she's upright. (Why do they look like boobs? Because scientists are perverts and so am I.) As a result she can't stand still for long and tends to 'dance' in place in order to keep her blood moving - which is why she was given the name "Dancing Raptor".

Throwing her into a cold environment only makes the circulatory problems worse, but you know what helps thin the blood? Alcohol. Which is where "Drunken Raptor" comes from, but that's not an official name; just something her comrades might refer to her as in jest.

She's chameleon-skinned thanks to some crafty genetic enhancements, and changes color to match the environment. (For all intents and purposes, white and grey are her base colors; born in a lab, lived in a lab, labs are sterile and white.) That and the fact that she can run almost 50mph when in a standard 'feral' posture made her a perfect military scout - after all, if she came across an enemy combatant in the process of infiltration and eviscerated them, it's just going to look like they were mauled by a wild animal. So raptor sneaks in, raptor looks around, raptor sees what she can see, raptor mauls anyone in the way, raptor goes back and tells everything to the people who sent her there.

Since her intended use didn't require it she was never taught to read or write; she recognizes symbols and numbers and can do basic math, but that's the extent of it. (It doesn't bother her one bit since she proclaims to have no use for written word.)

She's terribly "speciest" and views humans as big, dumb apes whom she has little use for; her general take on them is "I am an apex predator and you are made of meat." She's also admittedly made dinner out of more than one along the way and described it as "gamey and unimpressive."

The collar on her neck has both a radio transmitter and remote-controlled shock device attached to it, aka a "bitch best behave" collar. Kind of a necessity given the situation. And she's got a serial number tattooed on the inside of her right ankle, much how dog breeders tattoo the inside of dogs' ears. (Side note: if anyone's familiar with the band Joy Division, or the song "Warsaw" which is where my name comes from, you know where I got the numbers from.)

And yes, that's a FOXHOUND patch on her sleeve.