Name: Mckinley Kispiox
Age: 33
Occupation: Park Guide
Pronouns & Gender: He/Him & Cis Male
Faceclaim: Martin Sensmeier
Biography: TW: Alzheimer's.
The family is one of nature's masterpieces. The Kispiox's consisted of Kinley, his younger sister and his Mother. Don't ask him what a Father was. That term was dead to him as his own refused to provide any kind of support for him or his sister. In the very least, he was the sperm donor for the two Kispiox children. The last time Kinley saw his old man was around the age 10. The elder tried to get back into their lives and the much younger Kinley found himself shooting an arrow at the man as a warning. He wasn't to return again.
At a young age Mckinley had to be the man of the house. It was welcomed and it made the young boy learn and grow at a quicker speed then most. That weight was welcomed. His Mother had owned a plot of land in Outpost for generations. It was only an acre but it was more then most in their small town. It didn't matter how bigΒ their house was; it mattered that there was love in it. And that's exactly what embodied their home and household. They leaned on one another when times got rough. That was all that really mattered anyways. Material things could be taken away in an instant but relationships and bonds could not.
Through out high school when he was not in class he was working. Anything to help out his family. That was how it should be. However, in the back of his mind there was always something there that needed more. He would read and see all these places that were like a fantasy to him. Travel opens your heart, broadens your mind, and fills your life with stories to tell. The only stories he had were encased within the small town of Salt Flats. It wasn't like he wasn't appreciative of the quaint place but there was always something about the unknown that ate away at the male.
So, on spring breaks he found himself with the leftover money he would put aside - he began to dip his toes into that feeling of the unknown. The first trip he ever took outside of his hometown was to Tampa Florida. That was a rude awakening. Alligators were not in his calling. He learned that by being chased by one. Nonetheless, he still found adventure in discovering somewhere that was new and fresh.
Fast forward to graduating high school and soon enough he would find a job as a Park Guide within Crystal Falls. Within State Parks is room, glorious room in which to find ourselves, in which to think and hope, to dream and plan, to rest and resolve. His feet were still planted in Salt Flats. But this was a step up. The man knew he was never meant for an office job. He loved exploring landscapes and being one with nature and the outdoors. Maybe that was the main culprit of wanting to explore and travel.
As time passed and year after year, that nagging feeling began to increase but Kinley grew older and it seemed like the truth of the matter was he always had something holding him here. Whether that be people or a stable job which was more difficult then one could imagine. Especially in Salt Flats. He had seen too many people get fired or lose the necessities of life.
However, there came an opportunity or rather a breaking point that would switch gears for the man. A break up for him and Logan Rivera. They were always off and on. Some people will leave you soon no matter how, but it's not the ending of your story, it's just the ending of their role in your story. Life goes on, and you should just expect damage from others. The whole thing left him disoriented to say the least but he found some goodness in the bad. And he took the leap that he had been wanting to for as long as he could remember.
Mckinley packed one large duffle bag and put everything else into storage. He set off towards up north to Alaska. His family had originated from that area so he found it to be an authentic excuse to explore. The male was willing to be a beginner every single morning. It was scary at first but that was what life was all about. Taking risks and sometimes it would turn out to be better then what you expected.
Alaska isnβt about who you were when you headed that way. Itβs about who you become. Kinley found his groove and got into the trucking business. He was an ice road trucker. Life was all about risks but he found it rewarding surprisingly and the pay certainly helped. Everything seemingly was on the right path and the man was so encouraged on what all was to come. Until a desperate call came in from his sister.
For the year he had been in Alaska, he had frequent calls with home. That was normal. There would be conversations about how his Mother would forget an object or some task that she needed to do. At that time, Kinley didn't think much of it. However according to his sister it had begun to get worse. And then the diagnosis came. Their Mother had early-set Alzheimer's. This upsetting news pushed Kinley to uproot his newfound life and to make his way back to his hometown.
His sister tried to make him stay where he was at, but with Kinley he knew right away he had to step up. Just like he had when they were both young. Being a man of the house is about more than just being a provider. Itβs about being there for your family and making sure theyβre happy.
Life takes you unexpected places, love brings you home. It has been a few months since he has been back. Luckily, he was able to secure his old job. It didn't take much convincing which he was surely fortunate for. At least coming from a small town where everybody knows everyone, he at least had that in his favor in getting back in his old workplace graces.
