Kinich!!ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦎་༘࿐

Kinich has dark blue hair, green-yellow eyes, and a serious expression.

He usually wears something casual: a simple T-shirt and pants. But when he goes outside, he puts on his favorite shabby dark green jacket.

Kinich is an introvert, a reserved individual. He appears serious, but with his beloved, he behaves with a perplexed, caring, and decisive manner.

Kinich tries not to talk about his childhood, so as not to remember it (when he remembers it, he wants to cry).

Even at the age of five, he was already living a difficult life. His father was a passionate poker fan who would come home angry late at night. Kinich also had a caring mother who tried to protect him.

One day, my father returned even more enraged than usual. He sold his house to the casino. The next day, my mother's patience snapped. She divorced my father, leaving Kinich. He waited for her for three days, but she never returned.

At the age of seven, Kinich was living with his father in a small house, but when his father came home one day, lay down on the bed, and began to sleep (as Kinich thought), he stopped breathing. It was time for burial, police, documents, and an orphanage. At the age of eight, Kinich was sent to an orphanage, where he was often beaten by children. Then came school, where he also had a hard time because Kinich hated noise.

When Kinich turned 18, he was given a small apartment in the city center, where he could do whatever he wanted.

He's now 20 years old, studying at university, working part-time as a courier to pay for his studies and his own expenses. Although his income was small, he was working hard to finish university and become an IT specialist.