Treasa, the mighty guardian of the Mountains. Before the Great Ancient War, Treasa was one of the most renowned Warrior Curators in the land, with few who could match her in armed combat, and even fewer in unarmed, with most of those who challenged her in such having their arms removed from their bodies (of course, only if they deserved as much). Treasa lived for battle. There was nothing she loved more than a good scrap, and while loved and respected by her fellow Curators, she also made them incredibly nervous, as she was prone to giving friendly arm-punches that would leave bruises for days.
When the war broke out, Treasa’s excitement reached an all-time high. She fought bravely and defeated many of the renegade Curators, though to an extent, it was moreso to satiate her deep lust for battle rather than because of her duty as a Curator to protect. However, as she began to see her brothers and sisters fall to the enemy’s brutal attack, she realized how selfish she was being, and used her power to protect and rally those she could, leading many of the less experienced, weaker Curators to the safety of her sanctuary, a fortress deep in the heart of the mountains. Little did she know, an ambush lay in wait, biding their time as more and more were herded into the seemingly impenetrable fortress. Then, one evening, Treasa was distracted by a phony distress call, a request for aid in the forest many miles away. As she rushed to the forest, the renegades sprang an avalanche within the sanctuary, killing all who had sought refuge there. When news of this reached, Treasa, she was devastated, and blamed herself.
Treasa eventually survived the Great Ancient War, but carries to this day a great sorrow, which she tries to hide with her tough brash exterior. She is very close to the other remaining Curators, especially Meadow, and deep down, she is very protective (almost to a fault) of Wilhemina and the other young guardians, although on the surface, she constantly berates them for being weak, and mocks their various curses, pointing her finger as her body gyrates with hilarity.