ROBICHAUD, joshua allen

[joshua allen robichaud]

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[atrb= border, 0, true] joshua allen robichaud. [/style][style= width: 194px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/23uogo4.jpg);] [/style][style=width: 194px; padding-top: 19px; padding-bottom: 19px; background-color: #dd7f7e; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]kali.

PERSONALITY... LIKES women liquor parties reading driving dogs money his family his friends getting stoned vegas gambling his reputation being romantic Tattoo's DISLIKES school goody-two shoes liars cats doctors dentists chocolate bad music know it all's writing people fucking with ally. silence television people without imaginations guys who use women (even if he does it occasionally) HABITS Chews gum sloppily Always gets food on his clothes Chews on his lip when he thinks Overthinks everything Gets worried about those he cares about much too easily. QUIRKS Always on time loyal over-protective Works out way too much See's tattoo's as a form of artwork that needs to be glorified. SECRETS Secretly in love with his best friend, won't even admit it to himself. loves kids more than he cares to admit. secret romantic, need i say more? FEAR His biggest fear by far is losing ally. She's been his best friend for so long that the idea of not having her petrifies him. Dying alone because he's afraid to settle down. APPEARANCE... eye colour. skin colour, height, weight, clothing style, piercings, birth marks, tattoo's... EYE COLOUR Caramel. SKIN: White HEIGHT 6"2 WEIGHT 175lbs STYLE Punkish. OTHER Only piercings he has are in his ears, he has a million tattoos though. His birthmark is on his stomach, it's a square mark. HISTORY... Josh is the kind of boy you'd expect to see in a bar as opposed to a school. He's more out there then most. He prefers drinking to sitting on his ass and talking about his emotions. Hes a rough and tough boy, he expresses little to no emotions and when he does it tends to be more laughter then anything else. He's hard to hurt, or at least he makes it seem that way. The only person who can honestly hurt him is Ally. He loves abundantly but never shows it, he's afraid of it for the most part. He's a slight womanizer, though he rarely fucks around so much as he flirts like theres no tomorrow. music is his life. He would die without his guitar and microphone. He plays day in and day out, sometimes he'll stay up playing his guitar just to calm himself and think things over. If anything scares him however, its vulnerability. Allycia scares the fuck out of him because she blinks and he'd do whatever she wants. Sure, he jokes with her constantly about sex and shit, btu he'd never actually hurt her. Not in a million years. Hurting her would be hurting him and he isn't a masochist. He does drugs, has sex, and drinks beer. I dont think theres much else to add to this aside from the fact he loves having a good time. Normally, this thing would start out by saying how wonderful a life this little boy had growing up, or how awful his past actually was. But in reality, Josh's past consists of three things. His mothers tragic passing, His fathers brute strength, and the love between him and his best friend. Josh was born prematurely, his mother never recovered. However, having being born so early, josh started out the runt of the litter. He had no sisters or brothers. Being an only child had both its advantages and disvantages for Josh. It meant more time with his parents, which was a plus and a minus all in its own. His father was the type of man that always put ladies second to sex, alcohol, and drugs. Josh watched how his father treated his mother in complete disgust. Because of this, he's always been afraid of showing women how he feels in a proper way. Sure he's been able to make love to them, admit that he loves them, and hold them under the stars and all that jazz. But he's never been able to look the one girl in the eyes and tell her that she's genuinely the centre of his universe. Allycia Bradford captured Josh's eyes the day they met. kindergarten was the sweetest year for him. He looked into her baby blue eyes and melted. He didn't know it then, but those intense and strange emotions he felt for the beautiful girl was love. All throughout their school years, Josh protected her from boys who had one thing and one thing alone on their minds. He kept her safe at parties, watched painstakingly as she dated boys that weren't good enough for her, and ultimately held her close when they broke her fragile heart. She meant everything to him. I mean, sure he had girlfriends. Khristal Evans being one of them. She was gorgeous, but she wasn't Ally. They broke it off and still ahve their problems, though he knows khris has her beau and he has ally. Except, one problem. He's afraid to tell Allycia how strongly he feels for her. He's sure she has a small hunch that theres something brewing in his diabolical mind, but he knows she can't even begin to fathom the depth of this love he harbours for her. Josh is currently a senior--twenty years old-- at bayview university undergoing his studies to become a music producer. He often sings and plays his guitar to cheer his friends up. He adores his hobby and isn't sure what he'd do without music. His favourite question; "Who will Save your soul?" [/style][style= width: 188px; height: 100px; background-color: #bda194; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 09px; color: #656565; border-top: #bda194 2px solid; border-bottom: #bda194 2px solid; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; overflow: auto;]Juliet had been oddly sad since bradley had left her, though she wasn't really one to vocalize that. She'd been oddly cheery just as she always had. Just slightly more...empty. She chewed on her lip lightly as she thought about it. She blamed herself, it was her own stupidity for giving into temptation. She closed her eyes, she couldn't seem to forget that sickeningly hot day. She couldn't forget that look in his eyes as he'd given her the necklace and told her he loved her. She couldn't forget how niavely stupid she'd been. Her being her, she tugged her bathing suit on and pulled clothes on. "Fuck my life" she grumbled, wandering towards her car. She started the car, the red paint glistening in the sun. It was one of the only good things her father had ever given her. That and her sister. Juliet had left her sister at a baby sitters for the afternoon, knowing she needed a day to herself. She drove without stoppign to the beach, her eyes focused ahead. She pulled into the first parking spot she could find and wandered down to the sand. As she was laying down the towel, she stopped. Matt? She could of sworn she'd seen him. She turned to look, shielding her eyes from the sun carefully. "Matty?" she called out hesitant. She sort of really wanted him. She didn't mind the fact she knew she loved him, even if he didn't want her back. She just cared that she had a best friend, someone to lean on and someone to care about. "Matty!" She called, this time much more certain, "Its me Julie! Over here !" She let out a very girlish giggle. "Come over here?"

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