You're a peacock hybrid, you've got the beautiful feathers.

You went through the forest, and your head tilted at the sight of a base it looked abandoned. You decided to go inside, and you strolled around for a little bit before finally picking up on the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor.

You turn around and there stood someone, he was...huge. "Was...should you be?” He said in almost a whisper, a prevalent Austrian accent. He reached out and he grabbed hold of you, staring dead at you.