Yahto the Blue Leafeon (Ambrette, ACE)

Nacrene City was the place Yahto called home— or, his hometown at least. Because Pinwheel Forest was the place he truly thought of as his home. Not to spite his beloved humans and the parents he cherished so much, the youngster was almost always deep in the woods, listening to the gossip of the winds and observing the tales each tree were to tell. It was truly a fantastic thing and the Eevee never felt more comfortable than when in the company of nature.

His family consisted of his human, Mister Oliver, the kind gentleman who ran a small ranch outside Nacrene. His mom and dad, who were both and gentle and loving, but fiercely overprotective of the youth after losing their daughter. Said daughter’s name was Alirah. It was a soft and sweet name, like Mom and Dad’s stories always described her. Yahto felt a strong bond to his sister despite having never personally met her.

And then there was Bailey.

The girl was as peculiar and charming as Yahto himself and the two were practically inseparable. The duo were known for their deeds around Nacrene, with their general attitude being to do more good than the day before. This meant they were often rescuing Meowths out of trees, helping old ladies with groceries, and everything in between without so much as a second thought.

They met on a foggy night in Pinwheel Forest— the girl had followed the sapphire Eevee deep into the woods and gotten herself lost. Her weeping drew the attention of the kit and he quickly rushed to her aid, leading her out of the forest and to her home.

Following years of time spent in the lush forest, it came as pretty much no surprise when Yahto evolved into a striking blue Leafeon. Immediately, he had gathered numerous admirers, both romantic and non romantic, but mostly the former.

Bailey was a young adult by now and her heart was broken— Bailey was going to travel, see the world, and leave Yahto behind.
Seeing their sadness at the idea of leaving one another, Mister Oliver approached the girl and handed her a Friend Ball. “He’s yours,” the kind old man said.

Excited was an understatement. The duo were thrilled beyond measure at the prospect of traveling together. And they did just that.

From planes to boats, cars and then hoofing it, they set out to travel Johto from corner to corner. Just travel— no gyms, no contests. Just hopping from town to town seeing everything and meeting everyone.

Then the sickness swept.

Bailey was terrified at the mere mention of the epidemic, and immediately they boarded a plane back to Nacrene. Their plan was to return home, hole up and wait out the storm together.

But it’s never that easy, is it?

The plane had been in flight for some time, all was going well. It was the quietest plane ride they’d ever been on, like each person there was afraid to so much as wheeze.

Then a thump. Thump. Thump thump thump thump.

Bailey and Yahto glanced out their windows in horror. Murkrow, hundreds, were crashing into the plane. The engines were groaning in opposition to the immense amount of body parts beginning to lock them up. Blood sprayed a macabre shower all over the plane until they were forced to land mid flight— it was rough, but everyone survived.

Yahto and Bailey were the last to exit, being literally forced by security as Bailey was in immense shock and terror. They took shelter in an abandoned house with the other survivors and for a while it seemed like everything was okay.
But it wouldn’t last. As resources became scarce, as factions were made, a harsh divide separated the group and hostility was commonplace.

Bailey tried to remain a neutral party and in doing so, wound up the odd-woman-out so when one faction grew enraged with her lack of ability to contribute, there was no one to defend her but Yahto. He had no voice to say “she’s fragile! She can’t fight or hunt! She’s trying her best!” so for the first time, he resorted to real violence to silence the perpetrators verbally assaulting his human.

This was not received well by anyone. Yahto was labeled unpredictable, a threat, problematic. He was exiled into a new world he had no clue how to survive in.
Bailey stayed by his side as she always had, sacrificing her amenities for her companion without hesitation.

Survival was hard. Bailey couldn’t use weapons, Yahto wasn’t a skilled fighter. They mostly ducked and ran for their lives rather than battle, and they found themselves to be very swift with excellent communication. But this didn’t mean they never fought— Yahto had blood on his paws from countless times he had to subdue undead. He never enjoyed killing them but it was them or Bailey, and he would always choose Bailey.

They took shelter in a run down shack, calling that home now that Nacrene was a hopeless dream. The shack was dirty, derelict and hazardous but it had four walls and a roof between them and death. But never did they imagine their new home would work against them.

The roof caved in.

Yahto was out gathering supplies for a sick Bailey when it happened. He raced back to the shack hearing the loud crash and began frantically digging through the rubble for a sign of life, for anything to give him a shred of hope. Eventually he found Bailey’s porcelain but bloody hand, then the rest of her. She was unmoving, jaw agape, eyes fixed on a point lightyears away. And then he noticed the pole through her skull.

He wailed. For hours. Never caring if an undead heard him, for his sole reason for going on was dead before him and frankly he wouldn’t have been upset to join her. But life was never merciful, and Yahto was getting a taste of that as footsteps approached from behind.

It was the faction he had maimed before. They were plentiful and angry, and proceeded to exact their revenge on Yahto by ferociously beating the Leafeon until he was bloodied and within an inch of his life ending. And then they dragged him, without the sweet release of death, to the woods and left him for dead at the hands of undeath.
He lay there for days, by luck itself or lack thereof never being spotted by an Eater, until he was able to move again. He rose again— where was Bailey? His memory was a huge blank. She had to be somewhere.

His memory of the shack and Bailey’s death were so harshly repressed that the Leafeon started walking.

He would find her and Alirah, and save everyone he could along the way. Because that’s what heroes do.

Yahto has a number of admirers from good looks alone; the male is tall and lean with a large tail and ears tipped in violet, which gradients into cyan and then a dark turquoise until it fades into his primary fur, which is thick and white, showing the most prominent fringe on his chest. The leaf between his ears sticks up out of his long bangs and follows the same color pattern as his ears and tail. The remaining leaves adorning his wrists, chest and between his shoulders are a singular color of either violet or turquoise. The two “socks” on his front paws are violet, as well as his eyes, while the hind paw markings are turquoise. Lastly, the insides of his ears and his paw pads are pastel pink.
Yahto, despite aging towards young adulthood now, has the charms of a well mannered teenage boy showing by his excessively friendly and polite way of presenting himself, very rarely without a cheerful and innocent smile.

American. Yahto is very soft-spoken and rarely raises his voice; when irritated, he tends to stress his words rather than yell. His manner of speaking is generally very proper with little use of slang and absent of swears.

Yahto respects all Legendaries that he knows of, but he places particular faith in Xerneas and prays to them occasionally.

Find Bailey and Alirah, first and foremost. If anyone needs help in any shape, way or form, he’ll do his best to assist and protect them.

-Friendly; Yahto is social and outgoing with the habit of treating every civil soul he meets like an old friend. He's never been one to discriminate for any reason and has to be directly provoked into being hostile. He's conversational and enjoys chatting about anything with anyone.
-A little too literal; Sometimes he misses obvious sarcasm and makes himself look silly because of it. If you said it was raining cats and dogs, he would look to the sky and ask ‘what?’ He's learning as he goes to recognize metaphors better.
-Morally driven; He has a golden heart and follows it even over reason and rationale. Nothing is a lost cause and he’d go through hell and back if it's necessary to help someone. He has a firm belief in protecting the weak and not hurting anyone unless it's in self defense. He's especially protective of females and accidentally comes across as sexist or condescending, which is never his intention.
-Hates being alone; Having spent far too much time alone, he's developed a near-phobia of even the idea. He’ll do anything to keep someone by his side, even if they treat him poorly.
-Logical; He believes there's a how and why for everything. Yahto often speculates things, sometimes coming up with an ideal that's extremely off-base. With nothing proving otherwise, he takes his theory as pretty much fact, which has led to issues before. This makes him just as delusional as logical.
-Brave on impulse; It's a deadly combination, but Yahto will face off with any threat without hesitating if he has to, but he doesn't always have to. He doesn't think things through before doing them, making his recklessness a very real danger to himself.
-Captivating; Yahto is a Prince Charming of sorts. He always has respect for others and displays a genuine interest in listening and getting to know them, never forgetting a name while he forgets many other things. He tries to find agreement rather than argument and his optimism can lift others’ spirits. Couple that with his looks, he's a ladykiller.
-Naïve; His trust for others hasn't been spoiled by the new world. It's endearing but makes him terribly gullible and unquestioning, yet he never learns. Even knowing how a majority of the undead behave, he will still try to talk with them and avoid putting them down. It's almost never possible and he feels a great deal of guilt for executing them.
-Absentminded; Yahto has a habit of daydreaming and just being scatterbrained in general. He forgets things easily and has to be often reminded of them, otherwise they’ll likely be completely forgotten.
-Easily embarrassed; Surprisingly, he's very self-conscious and gets upset at himself for making a blunder of any type. He also gets flustered when someone - especially girls - praise him.
-Stubborn; He's generally agreeable and easy to work with, but if he's absolutely fixed on something, you cannot change his mind.
-Clumsy; No matter what he does, sometimes he just can't avoid an accident like the universe is against him. He tends to laugh them off if they aren't too serious and reminds himself that his sister is the same way.
-Awful at lying; He’s more often than not completely sincere. So in a situation that calls for him to lie, he tends to freeze or stutter. He's got a constant doubt in his ability to lie convincingly, so always thinking no one believes him freaks him out a little.
-Selfish; He claims he always puts others’ best interests first, but that isn't entirely true, whether he believes it himself or not. He does in fact want what's best for those he cares about, but when that is the opposite of what he wants, he thinks from his point of view more than theirs.
-Schizophrenic; Yahto sometimes has visual hallucinations but they're rare. However, he nearly constantly has auditory hallucinations in the form of a female voice. It's always the same voice and he has dubbed her “Alibean.” He convinced himself it's his sister and she must be able to communicate telepathically somehow - this obviously is not the case and the voice is not Alirah. Regardless, he's grown very fond of the voice and speaks with her often. She's entirely benevolent and comforts him when he's alone, encourages him to take care of himself and sometimes gently scolds him for being reckless. Yahto finds nothing abnormal about it, which likely causes him to confuse people when he says he's talking to his sister, who is obviously nowhere nearby.

-Duma named and helped me design this lil fella.<3
-Schizophrenic.
-Text color for Yahto’s auditory hallucination is CCADFF.
-Has a really nice singing voice, but he's kind of embarrassed to sing in front of others.
-Heteroromantic; probably asexual but he isn't sure.
-Really loves the song “Walking The Wire” by Imagine Dragons. He doesn't know what song it is, just that his owner played it a lot.
-Super low tolerance to the cold, but he adores snow. Poor boy.

Alirah the Pink Umbreon - Shiny Sibling Squad Younger brother of Alirah, she isn't even aware of Yahto’s existence since he was born after her parents were sold. He holds his sister in high regard despite never having met her and won't tolerate the slightest insult towards her or the suggestion she could be dead. His main motivation is to find her and stay by her side.