Having been raised in the Octarian domes underground, Tret was always destined to become part of the octarian military. Their parents were fairly well-known engineers, who both hoped that their child would follow in their footsteps, or perhaps even surpass them. Maybe they could be an elite soldier if they just trained hard enough! They were certainly talented enough for it! The hopes and expectations were set pretty high for this young Octoling. However, as they grew, a few problems began to arise, with the most notable one being their sleepiness. Being quite unable to wake up early in the morning, and falling asleep during classes isn't exactly a great look for a soldier. Then there was their lack of patience with aiming, and their general hesitance to engage in combat. The solution was to remove them from the battlefield and make them a medic instead. A job they, fortunately, excelled at.

Tret's sleepiness would come back to haunt them once again, as they slept through most of the battles between DJ Octavio and the New Squidbeak Splatoon, only really catching the tail end of things, and not hearing all of the Calamari Inkantation. But they heard just enough to be curious about it. Curious enough to leave their home, hoping to hear the rest of the song. Getting to the surface, they first did their best to lay low and not give away the fact that they were an Octoling. However, they soon noticed that none of the Inklings seemed to notice and/or care about that. This lack of hostility both surprised and kinda bothered them. After all, if they didn't care about them being different at all, why hadn't the Inklings just let them back to the surface? Were they really too busy with their turf wars and fresh outfits to care about the Octarians at all? Only partially able to swallow their bile, upon finally hearing the song they had come to listen to, they decided that it honestly wasn't that great, and they didn't even wanna be in Inkopolis, actually. But... It was also a bit late to go back home after just deserting from the army like that. It'd be way too awkward to deal with. So instead they tried to find a different place to live altogether.

This different place would end up being the Splatlands. Specifically the city of Splatsville. While it was a lot more chaotic than they would've liked, Tret could work with this, especially since the harsher environment meant that there was plenty of use for a medic, so they had a very stable source of income. To let out some of that anger that pretty much all of Inkling society made them feel, they even decided to try out that whole Turf War thing. Turns out, they think the Aerospray is really fun, and if paired up with someone good at splatting, they're a force to be reconned with.

These days, Tret is... Well, Tret is having a bit of a time. The influx of new people was stressful enough in and of itself for the introverted cephalopod, but honestly, they've dealt with it fairly well. Nothing a bit of hiding away in your apartment can't cure! No, the thing that made them semi-panic was the Great Zapfish disappearing. Had someone come to take them back home? Was this something worse? In their attempt to investigate, they stumbled upon, and got recruited by, The New Squidbeak Splatoon, and being too polite and nervous to say no, they've now been dragged onto a mission that they honestly didn't really want to join, with a bunch of Inklings they don't like. Very fun!

• They don't like Salmon Run and only participate if money is getting tight
• Their ink is usually raspberry coloured ("No, it's NOT pink, okay??? UGH!!!")
• Their sunglasses are both for keeping the sun out, and for hiding it if they fall asleep. They're also just sorta nice and comforting because they feel a bit like their old Octoling Goggles