Age: four years old
Breed: Aidi x Laika Dog x Canaan Dog
Prone to being overly excitable, Wish seems to be incapable of remaining still for extended periods of time. She is most often seen with a bounce in her step, and would rather run to her next destination than walk. This can lead to annoyance on the part of those around her as her need to move can admittedly be rather obnoxious. However, there are those that find it just the littlest bit endearing.
Charismatic - “I know what you need. You need someone to be your friend. I don’t care if you don’t want one, you need one. And, seeing as I’m the only friendly-looking someone around here, I’ll guess I’ll have to do!”
While some can find a confirmed social butterfly bothersome, there are times when it can come in handy. Wish utilizes her ability (read: need) to befriend others when it comes to dealing with introverts. She cannot stand the idea of someone shutting themselves off from the outside world and will actively chastise them if they claim that they do not need friends, that they are happier without them. In Wish’s mind, everyone is in need of a friend, and whether they want one or not is never open for debate. You need one; you are getting one.
Impulsive - “Well, we could go that way, but I like this way better. So, I’ll go this way and you go that way, and we’ll meet on the other side! Whoever gets there fastest had the best idea!”
Unfortunately, Wish tends to bolt off whenever she feels like it - be it during a conversation or otherwise. The second she sees something that interests her more than whatever she was doing previously, she will be off like a shot for parts unknown. It takes a strong leader and a good deal of scolding before she will remember to restrain herself, and even then whether or not she will obey is a gamble. This is a severe fault when it comes to trips into the Wastelands as she may just head off on her own if she sees something that grabs her attention. With some outside help, though, this tendency can be at least partially corrected.
Wish is ready, willing, and able to adapt to whatever conditions are thrown her way. She bounces through life with an almost reckless abandon, and has encountered her fair share of trouble because of it. Regardless of this fact, there has yet to be an instance that has wrecked her completely. She has a knack for bouncing back even in the midst of the worst of it. There is always a way around a bad situation for her (even when that particular way around has more than a few obstacles for her to bulldoze her way through). No path is ever fully blocked - at least, not permanently.
Fearless not in the sense that she is never afraid, but rather that she dives head first into situations without worrying about the consequences. This alongside her tendency towards impulsiveness can make for trouble. She is often unafraid of things she should at least be cautious of, which in turn tends to land her in the occasional (or somewhat frequent) sticky situation.
Often times, Wish’s pride can get in the way of her common sense. She is convinced she is more than capable of handling everything that comes her way, and this actually is true in some cases. In other instances, however, she can find herself in well over her head and without a metaphorical leg to stand on. Even then, it takes quite a bit before she will admit that she needs help, and it will be a grudging admission at best.
“Mom always used to say that heart wishes were the most important kind of wish; said that they were the things we wanted most in life. She was funny that way, always telling me and my brother Rook that we were what she always wished for.
“Everyone said she needed us. I didn’t understand then because I didn’t know what had happened. I didn’t know that the day we were born was the day her brother disappeared. I eventually asked around, (I’m too curious like that) and found out a little bit about what went down. Most of the guys he was working with just said he was supposed to be scouting around and didn’t come back. But, there was one who told me something different. He said he saw the infected that got my uncle; told me it wasn’t always the big ones that did you in. He didn’t go into detail about it or anything even though I asked him to. (He finally told me after I bothered him enough. I thought it was cool in a creepy sort of way.)
“Anyway, we grew up quick like kids always do. My brother never quite could keep up with me. Rook was always littler than I was, always ate less and slept a lot more. Mom never said anything, but I heard when the physician said he was sick - real sick. I tried to help take care of him. I told him to eat and I tried awful hard to keep him awake. One of the furmothers yelled at me when I wouldn’t stop bothering him. She told me he wouldn’t get better if he didn’t sleep. I went and played with the other pups after that.
“Rook got worse and worse. He couldn’t stay awake anymore, and then, one day, he just stopped breathing. Mom forgot I existed for a while; cried herself sick and wondered why she’d been given two pups when one of them was only going to go and die before he ever got a shot at living. They kept me in quarantine for a bit, something about making sure whatever my brother had wasn’t contagious. I didn’t understand what they were talking about, but the furmothers weren’t bad company. I was alright even though mom wouldn’t talk to me. I think, she blamed both of us - me and her. It was my fault because I kept bothering him, and her fault because she didn’t stop me. I always thought that sounded kind of funny, and saying it now… well, now it sounds even funnier. No one ever said we were the only kids they had, but I’m pretty sure we weren’t. I think, maybe, my parents had had little ones before. I don’t think they made it - like Rook didn’t.
“Well, no matter how hard mom cried and how she sometimes wouldn’t even look at me, I kept on growing. You should have seen the look on her face when she realized I was ready to be apprenticed. It was like she hadn’t even noticed how I was getting older all that time, like she was expecting me to still be little and need her like I used to. Dad and I had already done some talking about what I was going to do with myself. We’d decided on me being a Radiohund since that was what he did. He had some connections in the convoys, and already knew someone who he said would be a good mentor for me. I was giddy; mom was scared to death. She said I couldn’t do it, said it was too dangerous. I didn’t care. I was gonna do it anyway.
“I was apprenticed to an older Radiohund. Everyone said he was retiring soon, that I would be his last apprentice. That was alright because I was going to be the best. He was going to be proud that I was the last apprentice he got to train. It didn’t go down exactly like that because he was always driving me to be better than my best. He yelled at me, cussed me out, and told me I was never going to make anything of myself if I didn’t work harder. I learned a lot even if I was either about to burst into tears or so mad I couldn’t see straight for half my lessons. Some days, I swear I woke up mad.
“But, it worked. Every minute of abuse he threw at me made me better in some roundabout way that I don’t think I exactly understand. I hope I’m not like that if I ever get an apprentice. But, if what goes around comes around… Damn, I feel sorry for whatever poor kid I end up with.
“I’m a Radiohund now. I head out with convoys every day, deal with a bunch of infected who have right bad attitudes, and do you know what’s worse? Sometimes, I think the infected aren’t half so bad as the guys and gals I get stuck working with. They’re whining and complaining the whole time, and if they aren’t doing that, they’re biting each others heads off for no reason at all. It’s a neverending cycle, but… I don’t really think I’d have it any other way. Even with the poisoned air, Hell of an environment, and bad company…. Life’s good. Life’s always been good even when it didn’t really look like it was.
“I hope it stays good…”
Weak Skeletal Structure (ie: legs, spine, ribcage)
Molera (hole in the skull roughly the size of a person’s fingernail; not a visible abnormality)
Size (increased ability of being overpowered by larger, more aggressive dogs)
Nervousness (quickest to begin panicking during instances where contact with Eden has been temporarily lost)
Apollo | Male | Convate -
"Apollo and I met a while ago. I helped him track down a thief even though he didn't really want my help. It's not like I screwed anything up, though, so I don't know what all the fuss was about. I actually did a real good job even if I do say so myself (not that Apollo would admit that, of course). I like him alright, and I'd say we were probably at least good acquaintances. Because, you know, I doubt you could really say we're friends. I think we are - or... could be? But, whatever. Yeah, Apollo's nice enough."
Static crackled soothingly in the backdrop as Wish crept the last few feet up the incline and stopped at the summit. Miles of what appeared to be uninhabited terrain stretched away before her, dipping and rising with the occasional ravine tearing its way through the midst of deceptive tranquility. There were infected hiding out there, that much she was certain of, and there wasn’t a single one of them that didn’t want to chew on her bones for breakfast. She wasn’t going to let them do it, of course. That would be suicidal at worst and just plain stupid at best. Then again, maybe volunteering for this job was a little stupid and a little suicidal. For someone who loved life as much as she did, that was… well, weird. Wish didn’t exactly want to die, but, somehow, she’d jumped in line to be labelled ‘Breakfast Buffet’ all the same. She could have said ‘Bed and Breakfast’ and it probably would have been more accurate knowing some of the infected. Or, not knowing them exactly, but knowing of them. Either way, that wasn’t really all that important just then. It was much more pertinent that she avoid toppling down the slope and bashing her head on a rock. That wouldn’t be a great way to start the day by anyone’s standards. Well, no, that wasn’t true.
Wait a minute, had that rock moved?
Wish blinked and leaned forward, paws now precariously close to slipping on the peat and sending her crashing down the opposite side of the hillock. No, that was just her imagination- yes, it had! With a giddy bounce, the Radiohund spun about to face the meandering members of the convoy. She scowled for a moment before her grin leapt back into place.
“Hey, guys! I think I saw one!”
Heads swung around and multiple pairs of eyes blinked incredulously up at her.
“Oh, come on, now! This isn’t like last time! I really did see one!” Wish huffed. “Apollo, tell them I saw one! Apollo!”