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The Reds

Pfc. R. Simmons
breed: shi'a, canis-equus
sex: male
color: maroon
physique: skinny
likes: positive reinforcement
can't stand: laziness; getting passed over

When Simmons joined the military, he hoped to serve under the best and bravest leaders the Red Cobra Army had to offer. Instead, he got stuck in a box canyon with the worst and the laziest. Simmons copes with the hopeless situation by appealing to his commanding officer, Sarge, at every opportunity in hopes of a promotion (or at least a transfer.)

Pvt. D. Grif
breed: shi'a, felis-infans
sex: male
color: I keep telling everyone, it's orange
physique: chubby
likes: getting scratched under the chin, but don't tell anyone about that
can't stand: work; activities related to or resembling work

Grif had to be dragged into the army tooth and nail, as both his conscription officer and his living room sofa learned the hard way. As a member of the least competant unit of an army that couldn't care less about defending the least strategic canyon in the world, Grif gets by doing as little as possible, and he aspires to one day do the same on his old couch at home.

Pvt. F. Donut
breed: shi'a, felis-catus
color: lightish-red
sex: not a girl
physique: slender
likes: a hot cup of tea; anything lilac-scented
can't stand: sticky fur; stereotyping

Donut's free-spirited nature and less-than-red appearance tends to get him pinned with some unfair labels (such as "girlie," and "cupcake," and "please put your pants back on.") Although not the brightest in the intelligence department, Donut is an enduring optimist who can add a light note to any situation (or hit a high note when Sarge calls for him to "scream like a woman" in battle.)

The Blues

Pfc. L. Tucker
breed: shi'a, felis-catus
sex: hell yeah
color: turquoise
physique: big things come in small packages, baby
likes: pretty girls and/or a fine piece of tail
can't stand: cock-blockers; mustard

Tucker won't talk much about how he got into the Blue Falcon Army, although if asked, he'll tell you it's all part of his grand plan to pick up chicks. Despite not meeting a single female since he's been stationed at Blue Base under Capt. Flowers, Tucker remains hopeful that his luck with the ladies (or any lady, at all, really) will turn around.

Pvt. L. Church
breed: fi'la, canis-lupus
sex: male
color: maya blue
physique: big-boned, goddamnit
likes: a full stomach; some peace and freaking quiet
can't stand: everyone in his unit; everyone in the other unit, too

Church makes his living in the army being miserable. When he's not being harassed by the enemy, he's constantly annoyed by his teammates, and since the death of their captain, Church has felt responsible for holding the survivors together in some semblance of a squad. The only thing that seems to cheer him up is the slim chance of getting out of this war with (what's left of) his team alive.

Pvt. M. Caboose
breed: fi'la, canis-infans
sex: male
color: persian blue
physique: I got my first 'A' in P.E.
likes: any attention, positive or negative; cookies
can't stand: burnt toast; energy drinks

Although Caboose scored well and above most of the other Blue recruits in fitness, speed and stamina, his intelligence marked so far below the bar that his superiors couldn't trust him with the operation of a basic firearm (as well as certain kitchen utensils.) When they attempted to deploy him as a scout instead, Caboose nearly sabotaged his entire squad in an accident only referred to on his record as, "sneaking time." Eventually he was transferred to a remote box canyon in the hope to contain the private's well-intended mishaps--or at least, keep them as far away from the front lines as possible.

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