Still trying to get the hang of drawing, and figured I'd start with one of my main OC's, a humanoid T-Rex Mercenary who goes, simply by, 'Crash.'

And since I've got the image up, may as well post his full bio while I'm at it. :P

Name: 'Crash'

Gender: Male

Age: 30’s

Species: Hybrid Tyrannosaurus Rex

Weight: 545 lbs

Height: 8’4 ft

Occupation: Mercenary, Freelance Black Ops Commando

Affiliation: N/A

Personality: Gruff, tough, brave, blunt, gluttonous, and crass, all words that sum up this Dino to a tea. He jumps head first into battle, and lives up to his name. But beneath that rough exterior, lies the heart of a true hero. Someone who doesn't even stop to think before putting his life on the line to save others. However, due to Crash's ravenous appetite, and the way he dispatches and enjoys dispatching of many of his targets, he would never consider himself a hero. In his mind, "Heroes don't swallow people whole and digest them while they're still breathing, no matter how badly they deserve it." Also, despite his gruff personality and exterior, Crash is also surprisingly intelligent, keeping up with current or world events, politics, general academia, and knows how to read people.

Bio: As the world grew more complicated following a devastating worldwide terrorist attack, the governments of the world needed to find a way to start hitting back. More unconventional prototype weapons and genetic experiments began to take focus over nuclear warheads and attack drones. One of those experiments was a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex; a being capable of acting as a one man army to fend off hordes of enemy soldiers, with the combat training and know-how to come back alive after each skirmish. This creature soon came to call himself 'Crash.'

Little is known about how why the program was scrapped, or what became of all the bio-genetics experts who spearheaded the whole thing, but sufficed to say, Crash was all but abandoned and left to his own devices before things to go underway. With his existence still a mystery to the rest of the world, instead of simply running back to the government that created him, Crash decided to go freelance, and lend his skills as an elite commando to whomever was in need of his services.

However, Crash wasn't a blank slate either. He still had a slight moral compass, and only took jobs for those he deemed were on the right side of any given conflict. Groups trying to defend against terror cells, hostile, tyrannical regimes, or people just trying to shut down any given corrupt institution, such as human trafficking, drug cartels, or harvesters.

But make no mistake, that doesn't make Crash a saint. He might be a highly trained commando, but he's also a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and has the appetite of one to boot. That appetite, when not sated by ridiculous amounts of food, is often sated another way. For every job Crash takes, he makes it a point to devour the leader of any enemy group, or a target marked for elimination. Crash swallows them whole, and feels them digest within his fat, doughy stomach. The roundness of Crash's belly has been brought on by eating and digesting several targets over the years, and chances so long as Crash is fighting the good fight, he's also eating like a true Alpha Predator...

Abilities: Incredibly strong, an expert hand-to-hand combatant who is proficient with all manner of weaponry and higher end gadgetry, and surprisingly intelligent and aware enough to pick up on movement or combat patterns. Also posses thick scales that are bullet proof from small arms, far range bullets, and defends against mid range explosions.