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Am I permitted to create my own character?

Name: Butch
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Bernese Mountain Dog/Wolf
Personality: War has made him tough and daring, he is brave and smart and although he doesn't want to admit it, he actually does care about his friends. Butch is protective and has a good sense of humor.
Other: He is Amber's brother.
Pic: Attatched

Name: Demon
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Staffordshire Bull Terrier/Wolf
Personality: Demon is the type of dog who prefers to just rush into things and get them done. He gets into trouble often, and it's not always the safe kind of trouble either. He can be friendly to those he trusts but to those he doesn't know he is cold and snappy.
Other: N/A
Pic: Attatched

Sorry, that was a stupid question. It was like, 2 in the morning when I was on.

Name: Karsha
Age: 3-4
Gender: Female
Personality: Independent and lead by her heart, she hates to have help, but would sacrifice herself for her friends. She is loyal, and impulsive. She has a sharp tongue and a fiery temper to those who irritate her.
Breed: German Sheperd/Wolf
Description: She has the markings of a german sheperd, but more of a wolf's build, with a fluffier tail and smaller ears. Her eyes are more amber than brown.

When do we start?

Name: Lilly
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Personality: A wandered- a free spirit. She's trying to fill in the empty spots on her life... but continues to wander. She doesn't care if she's right or if she's wrong.
Breed: German Sheperd/Australian Shepherd
Description:

Butch heaved out a gruff sigh, his owner was already in the army and he was put on the dog team. He didn't mind being in war, it was war that made him tough, daring and strategic and just a tad bit snappy. 'Well what do ya know...Looks like I'm headin' in again. Just hope I don't lose a leg like ol' Tank.' Thought Butch (Tank was his brother). The wardog stood and glanced out the window, hoping that no other dogs would have to meet the same fate as his brother; A leg blown off and a life cut short.

Demon was sleeping, curled up on the floor and lightly snoring. When he woke up he found himself in the back of his owner's Jeep. "Wha?" He mumbled drowsily as he tried to stand, but as he did so the car hit a bump in the road and he fell back down. "Gah, where is he taking me?" He growled.

Karsha's owner, a young man around 21, clipped a leash onto her leather collar. Karsha cocked her head, staring at him with confused amber eyes. What's going on? she wondered. He had a sad air about him, the same air he had when going into war two years ago. But this time, his gaze was directed at her.

The hybrid let out a soft whine, to comfort her master...and express her suspicions. Suspicions that caused the heavy, sickening feeling of dread to settle into the pit of her stomach. She pressed her ears against her head, but loyally followed her owner outside.

Karsha was soon sitting "shotgun", like she always did when riding in his battered Humvee. She didn't bother pawing the window, asking for it to be rolled down. Instead, she gently licked his one free hand, the other on the steering wheel. He stroked her muzzle, and she whined again. She was going to war.

When Demon looked out the window he saw that they had pulled up outside a recruitment centre. His owner opened the door and Demon backed away, tail low and ears pinned back. Demon's owner whistled for him, but he wouldn't go to his owner. The owner sighed and spoke. "It's alright Demon, I know you're scared but right now the army needs all they can get...Even if that means sending dogs into war.." He said to his dog. The Staffodshire Bull Terrier/Wolf mix paused for a moment and then went over to his owner and burried his muzzle in his jacket. His owner gave him a rough but affectionate pet on the head. "Atta boy Demmy." He encouraged and then clipped a lead to his dog's collar before leading him into the recruitment centre.

Butch glanced up as he saw a new dog enter the recruitment centre and he frowned. 'Great..Just what we need, another soft newbie to add to the team.' He thought, and then huffed and rolled his eyes before walking off somewhere else.