((Deviantart discriminates against accents on letters aaaaa))
Name: Tréfótur Leifsson(He hates it when people mispronounce it though, so Treff or Mr. 'Wood' (wood being a nickname more easy to pronounce than Leifsson) is… fine)
Leifsson is a surname that he did not disclose at the beginning of his time with the residents of the island. It wasn't until he was married that he informed poke's of his last name.
Age: He has aged 36 years physically, but he’s existed for 600+ years… so yeah
Rank: Head Harvester
Housing #: Villager Room 10
Guilty - For good reason, he’s done many things he’s ashamed of; the worst is his past cannibalism which was mostly enforced by his mother. He extended his life by this means but he does not at all think it’s worth it. He'll be the first to own up to this fact as well.
Paranoid - Since many cats on the island obviously hate him and he was put into a high rank he’s constantly worried about other cats coming for him. He thinks the other farmers are spies for the higher ranking cats on the island, so he tends not to sleep well until everyone else is in their rooms. He might get crabby if there are poke's staying up late chattering.
Polite - this is mostly around the higher ranked pokecats on the island and the rangers. The last thing he wants is to be in trouble again. Around the Villagers he’s in charge of, he’s his normal Gruff n Tuff mob-boss self.
hungry for vindication - he wants to prove to himself and the ciarwood citizens that he’s changed. He pours much of his time and effort into his work due to this. Sometimes he'll randomly do kind things out of character as well, but he tries to remain anonymous when doing so. He knows that many cats still hate him and would not give praise for his services if they knew it was him.
Grumpy - he tends to push his workers a bit hard without a real reason and mopes about often in private. He was like this before the events with his family as well. There’s really not much explanation as to why… maybe he just needs a hug?
Fair - he does just as much work as the villagers do on the farms. He’s not afraid to get his paws dirty and he expects his other high-ranking cats to do the same. Nobody sleeps on the job and you get back what you put in, no more no less, so you’d better get your tail out into those fields buddy!
Family Oriented - There's nothing that matters more to him in the world than strong family ties. It's the one virtue that his mother was able to instill within him from his strange upbringing. Anyone who tries to harm his family is going to wish they were never born.
Held Item: none currently
Extra: His hat is a white fedora with a blue sash, he often fixes fresh greenery, flowers, and berries onto it. His favorites are Holly and lavender, but he switches them up often dependant on his mood.
A little background info:
Treff used to be the organizer of his family’s yuletide tradition. He was respected mostly for his unusually colored fur among his mother and brothers. He was in charge of collecting precious metals like gold for his mother’s horde which was also a very prized job in their family. He often thought highly of himself and looked down on his Delibird half-brothers with hatred and malice. His half-brothers were often mistreated in their house almost like slaves of a lesser race, so he saw nothing wrong with this at the time. He was raised that way after all.
This year though, was the year the Ciarwood citizens arrived and ended their Yuletide feast permanently by killing his mother and two snover brothers for their crimes. He however, was caught making his rounds and was in the Jail at the time of the battle. Though they had the opportunity to break him out, his Half-brothers left him there. The Delibirds went free and are now living somewhere deep in the forest so as to not cause any more trouble; Treff remained in his cell in the Ranger’s station without a family.
This betrayal and some long cold nights in the slammer made him re-think a lot of things. When he was given the opportunity to gain the trust of the Ciarwood citizens, he took it. He proved his worth to the leaders of the island and agreed he could have a job, but not just any job. He had the chance to be a high ranking cat again, but this time it would be an honest line of work. He still keeps his mother's gem though, to remind him not to make those same mistakes, and to recall Marten's defence of his freedom. He keeps it locked away in his room out of fear of it being stolen. How strangely ironic.
During his time as the head harvester his life has made a turn for the better. He's slowly awoken to a sense of community with the Cianwood residents. It wasn't long before his heart was claimed by a misdreavus she-cat named Nikko. She would often spend time with him on the nights he couldn't find sleep and they'd walk and talk together under the stars. Then cats started to go missing and his dear nikko was among them. For months he was tormented for having lost her, for letting her run after the thieves who had been stealing the villagers' supplies.
Then finally the chaos had ended. Kyogre and Groudon awakened and The two were reunited. He confessed his love for her and, with the help of the local Priest and after some trouble with Nikko's adopted son Oran, they were married on the shore. During this event he re-contacted the delibirds and started to make amends. Perhaps this really is a new chapter in his life?
Not long after their wedding, Nikko laid 3 eggs, a snorunt, a honedge, and a lotad. Treff was ecstatic about being a father, convincing the Field managers to work longer hours so he could work longer hours. Then the unthinkable occurred. The minions of Kyogre and Groudon had destroyed large parts of the forest, leaving many of the native pokemon with a shortage of food. A particularly starving zangoose knocked down the door to their house and tried to steal the eggs. Nikko escaped with the snorunt and the honedge, however, the lotad egg was roughed up before its father could reclaim it. The eggs hatched but the lotad was bruised and broken.
Days passed and Daedalus informed them that the lotad, Cade, would not survive. Nikko, refusing to believe this, immediately took their son to Kyogre. The legendary healed his wounds by giving him some of her aura. The two parents rejoiced when they were finally able to bring all three of their kittens home, even if it meant having three kittens to keep an eye on. Treff wasn't very skilled with children, but somehow everything is seeming to turn out alright for them.
Family ((or considered family))
cats of authority
Grannur and Mathákur: /
Marten: / /
The Villagers not listed:
Everyone on the island he hasn’t met:
Tréfótur was awakened by the scuffle of feather-heeled paws as they dashed in and out of the ranger’s station. is it night already? His eyes glimmered with hope as he came up to the cell door and rattled the bars. “hey!” he whispered urgently. He saw the outline of a delibird come closer to his cage, his golden eyes glowed in the candle-light of the room.
“Yeeees sir?” The Delibird purred in mock chivalry, “What seems to be the problem?”
“the problem is that you’re standing there doing nothing while I’m trapped in a cage! That’s the problem!” He hissed menacingly, “Honestly, you delibirds can be so ignorant sometimes; I shouldn’t even have to say anything. Now, get me out.”
The delibird widened his eyes, “ooooooooohhh is that so?”
Tréf rattled his door again, “don’t patronize me!” His heart started racing; what was that look in the delibird’s eyes? It certainly wasn’t fear…
A second delibird slid in next to the first, “we would love to be of service but…” He slowly looked up and raised a paw at the base of the cell door, “you don’t have enough x’s on your threshold for us to take you to Grýla.” He inched his face closer to the bars, but far out of paw’s reach, “never saw that one coming, did you?”
The snover’s heart froze in his chest, “y-you can’t be serious.”
The delibirds turned to each other, “we should get these back to step-mother!” “oh yes, she really does hate it when someone messes with her dinner plans.”
“don’t leave me here with them! they’ll kill me!” He began to panic as he saw them walking away, “I’m your brother! Please!”
“Half-brother” they sated plainly, “We owe you nothing from how you treated us.”