Joshua had always been described as open minded by all his friends, all he would say to that was he was an artist. He had to be open minded, else his art wouldn't take the life he wanted desperately. Adjusting his backpack, he turned into woods a shortcut to his house on the far side of town. Joshua has red hair, ruffled from his hands. Small freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose, between his naturally grey eye...