Leifr Gottfried was born just outside Copenhagen, Denmark, in November 1992. The only son of two ridiculously poor Jewish merchants, he had a childhood spent as a doted-upon, cherished and generally happy little boy, very bright and open and cheerful. However, his ethnic background and status as a child of poverty meant that he soon learned how to keep his head down and his mouth shut, a habit which would eventually save his life on a cold May evening in 2002. His parents were not so lucky.
Now known as Leif Gordon, he's busily living out the American Dream (as it were) in New York city, as a dancer/barista/tap-dancing bunny rabbit, with a weakness for bacon and animals of any kind. He's feisty, outspoken, insecure eager to please, and has a good heart, somewhere underneath all those failed social graces. If you're his friend, you're a friend for life. If you're his enemy...well, it goes both ways.
[[Leif has not had an enjoyable life. There might be triggering content in this journal. I do not own Chris Colfer. Both mun and muse are over 18. Journal layout by fleeting_days]]