It's 1940. With Britain's shores becoming more and more vulnerable, the Fur Guard, an Army of part-time furry soldiers who still go about their daily business but more importantly, parade every night after work. This thread is based around the Fur Guard platoon based in the fictitious town of Newton-on-Sea.
And now, let's start!:
Name: Capt. Stephenson.
Species: Horse (thoroughbred).
Occupation: Lawyer.
Clothing (civilian): Business suit (including bowler hat).
Personality: Mild-mannered.
Notes: Capt. Stephenson speaks with a received pronunciation (the neutral middle-class accent).
Name: Sgt. Lupus.
Species: Wolf.
Occupation: Bus mechanic.
Clothing (civilian): Overalls, boots, flat cap.
Personality: Occasionally loud-, and foul-mouthed, and short-fused, but at least he has a heart of gold.
Notes: Sgt. Lupus speaks with a Cockney accent.
*platoon arrive into church hall, platoon's HQ, ready for parade*
*Sgt. Lupus turns to Capt. Stephenson and salutes* "Shall I fall the 'men' in sir?"
*Capt. Stephenson responds* "Yes, please, Sergeant."
*Sgt. Lupus turns to platoon* "Platoon... *shouting* ...FALL IN!"