KINICH_

Kinich wears a tight black shirt, black gloves and black boots, has baggy green pants and a sweater of the same color tied around his waist.
Wear white pointed earrings.
Her hair is dark blue with navy blue and yellow highlights.
His eyes are serious and yellow-green.

A born hunter, he is firm, direct and efficient, and his gaze is as sharp as a knife's edge.

But unlike other sauropod hunters, Kinich's profession is not limited to hunting. According to rumours, as long as Moras' offer is sufficient, he will accept any assignment.

For this reason, many members of the tribes respect him, but they also look at him with suspicion because of his practical and opportunistic way of doing things.

Whether it's a client who is in a difficult situation or a child who has not yet come of age, Kinich always demands an appropriate reward.

Nothing can make him change his principles, because he believes that everything in this world has a price. Although his behavior causes confusion, he has never had the intention of giving explanations about it.

If someone wanted an explanation, I would reach out and ask how much they would be willing to pay for it.

Kinich lived with his family until he was seven years old.
His father was a messenger who, for every day he worked, took three days off to go to betting shops.

If he won, he would buy Kinich an expensive box of candy and some pretty flowers for his mother.

If he lost, he had to borrow money from his coworkers to get drunk and thus hide his lack of income.

But his mother, who remained lucid, often argued with her husband about it while holding little Kinich in her arms. Sometimes the man admitted that he had lost and promised not to gamble again.

But other times, the argument would end in a heated domestic fight in which the stronger father always came out on top. The dejected mother then had no choice but to quietly tend to the gardening chores in the backyard.

The tenacious woman was no good at fighting, but she was an excellent farmer. And she had better be, since she had three mouths to feed.

Years passed until Kinich's father lost his home and the family had to move to the foot of a mountain, far from the tribe.

But not everything was bad, because there they had more land than before. There, Kinich learned to grow mahi and make rope from castor oil. He also learned to prepare thick noodles from tapioca and to hunt wild boar with traps.

But the bad thing was that now that there were no neighbors nearby to mediate family arguments, the fights became more intense, resulting in injuries to both his mother and Kinich.

One day, his mother sneaked away without her son. She did not take him with her, perhaps because she was afraid that her husband would follow her to the ends of the earth if she had done so.

Kinich does not remember whether his mother ever said goodbye, but he learned very well how to do household chores: farming, hunting and taking beatings.

But as he grew up, he also learned to run away. He had a natural athletic talent and every day he ran faster than

After his parents left him, Kinich remained living at the foot of the mountain.
She farmed, wove and hunted to survive. She also used to go to the tribal market to exchange the prey she caught for other everyday products.

Over time, the adults of the tribe began to pay more attention to this quiet child.

Some were concerned about his way of life and offered to help, but he always shook his head.

For him, nothing in this world was free, and goods that came with a price were more secure than free help.

Perhaps it was a trap, like those he used to catch prey, the price to pay for which would be discovered later.

So he always stayed away from the center of the tribe and kept a safe distance from the adults who approached him.

Every time he went to visit the tribe, he only stayed as long as necessary to get the items he needed and then left.

All this was observed by the old man Leik, who was also a teacher to the children of the tribe.

As he had already met Kinich through his involvement in the training of the Tree Saplings, he was one of the few who knew of his family situation.

One day, when Kinich went to the market, Leik made him a special proposal.

He wanted Kinich to attend the tribe's school, since all seven- and eight-year-old children were required to attend.

As for the tuition fee, he could cover it with the income from the commissions he gave him as a messenger, since Leik would need a messenger to send notices to the students.

But Kinich refused. He was still too young and didn't really understand what it meant to go to school. Besides, he didn't think it was worth it. In the time it took him to run around sending messages, he could have caught seven or eight wild boars.

Leik was dumbfounded. Actually, the school was free. He just wanted Kinich to let his guard down, so he had asked him to

When Kinich arrived for class as arranged, the teacher, who turned out to be the elderly Leik, was already in the classroom. The old man stood in the center of a circle of students, and he motioned for Kinich to find a seat.
Kinich sat on the outer edge of the circle, while the other children looked at him curiously. Although the life of the Tree Saplings was simple, Kinich's clothing was ragged even for them.

She wore an ash-stained bandana tied across her forehead, a hand-woven wool jacket and an animal-skin skirt. She was barefoot, giving her a somewhat wild appearance.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” asked a curious little girl, to which a burly boy and his friends laughed. “It’s because he’s a dirty monkey who lives in the forest,” one of them replied.

Old man Leik cleared his throat to immediately interrupt the children and indicate that class was about to begin.

“Children, today I will tell you the story of the heroes of the Tree Saplings. Can anyone tell me their names?”

“Burkina from Malipo!”, “The great Yupanqui!”... The children answered incessantly.

“Yes, each and every one of our heroes deserves to be remembered, not only for their strength, but also for their altruistic spirit.”

Hearing this, Kinich, who was standing at the edge of the circle, raised his hand. “Why were they altruistic?”

“There is no reason why, it is an innate virtue of heroes,” replied the elderly professor from Kinich. “And what have they received in exchange for this virtue?” asked Kinich again.

“It is a very precious virtue that cannot be exchanged, because it is in itself a reward from heaven,” replied Kinich’s teacher while giving him a smile.

“A reward?” Kinich asked, not quite understanding. “What kind of reward? Fame? Blackberries?”

“All those things and more, but that is not the important thing. The important thing is that this virtue in itself is something admirable that makes heroes.