
So, you're in is mind. *typo, gonna fix it...*

Her true hair was showing now, the long wig in her hand.
"Liar." Loud enough for to her to hear me, as she was further down the alley. She turned, black hair brushing against her chin, I knew her true skin was pale enough to be called transparent, but now it was covered with make-up. Her disguise for a deceit.
But you wouldn't tell them, would you, Bancett?" She scoffed, head tilted, her smile cruel. "What you can do? No, you wouldn't risk it."
Leave them alone."

Oh, so you can have them for yourself? No, don't strain yourself, I'm leaving. My work here is completed." She walked on, she was so small, every bone only thick enough to hold her light weight; at least two head shorter than himself. And her last words: "I didn't tell them everything, Bancett, just enough for them to distrust what you haven't told them. You can finish for yourself"
She compelled me, disgusted me, the only one, because she was so wrong. Because I needed to save her, like I saved myself. Struggling to control and hide her self propelled pains, she purposely isolates herself, in the name of bettering her own heart. She's brilliant and heartless, serving a separate master, whose black eyes are on every underground and profitable adventure over the whole of the land. Supplying his wealth with the ills done to others. But isn't the gold that glitters that impel him to this, I know the Dreamer. And they are the only ones to call me Bancett.
She was ever proper and fine, I had never seen her but wearing a skirt. Black hair, with its iridescent shine, that fell and shadowed her eye. She had green eyes with a hint of malice; pale, pale skin, laced with her jade scars that she always tried to hide. Never had there been someone like her. Leaving me wishing she had never been. For a time, the only one that could be called a companion, a friend, a fellow servant in a world of three. Curse the Fay.

Name: TobiliBancett (toe-be-lie ban-cet, rhymes with 'set')
Means: Shadow Warrior
Nickname: Tobi, Tobili, Bancett
Gender: Male
Species: Lupe, or so the Clan and the world thinks.
Age: Who knows, fairly young. Older than should be.
Owners: Melz and Herb
Account: #ACCOUNT
Strength: Natural Warrior, unusual healing properties; that's hardly all.
Weakness: Weakness is the weakness.
Fight?: Always
Element: Shadow and smoke
Appearances.
~Eyes: Clear Blue
~Coat: Dull black.
~Marking: Dark gray, behind each eye. Dark line running from front of eye to nose.
~Scars: Claw scar from the corner of left eye. Slash in the middle of chest. Both are white, but won't always appear so.
| As Human. |
~Hair: Black and shaggy, with no shine.
~Height: Tall.
~Clothing Style: Medieval, or possibly modern.
|

Melz is doing these for all her pets. (all characters (and root forms) mentioned her are Melz's originals; no copying by her or others)
Tobili is from the popular root word 'bili', meaning behind, or because of, or something like that. Tobili in its full senses means that dark thing that follows you around everywhere: the shadow. Bancett (old language style 'bancette') means a fighter by birth/nature, a warrior.
Melz has always liked the name Tobi, it's only recently she started calling me Tobili, you can call me either.
My character was originally created after Jonath, the undefeatable fighter. Another character I relate to is Vann, the scarred legend-blooded. Apparently in looks only, Vann is, or was, more like… him. Both had still one thing in common. A girl named Shanna. My sister's name is Shanna.

The very essence is shadow, without form or shape. A clinging darkness, submissive to another's every motion. I am a shadow, but not in the complete definition of the word. I have been owned, a slave to another, but am no longer. Even then, I was not truly what you would call shadow. I was not part of him, I was his assassin, his brute. I have no natural structure to return to, but when the assumed is forsaken, return to amorphous.
True I lie to those that have covered me –with a caring, it would seem. A lie of silence, and they believe me to be a dark wolf; that is all I have ever been before them. They do not know, they must not.

Lame pictures, being worked on.
 | Melz~
An artist, a girl lost in her own imagination. She tells herself that Neopia is her escape, but we both now that the worst of it can life in these virtual lands.
|
Herb~
Some would call him a one dimensional character, but that's only because someone like him could never exist. Never mind the fact that he doesn't, and that he is an imaginary being. No one could ever be that free of burdens, he's someone to stand on, because you know he could never sink in his own tears.
|  |
 | Dabria~ She so like me; it is disturbing when you realize it. She won't talk either, she hides behind herself and her silence of what her life was before. I know she's like me: used, because of our gifts. |
Aree~ Two personalities, depending on if he's sick or not. He's perfectly normal most of the time. But then it comes, it ranges in its power and somewhat in it's afflictions. He often loses the nerves in one or both of his legs, but that's not of the worst of it. It's a mental illness, it control the use of his legs, and his mind. When he's ill, he's unreasonable, angry and closing on insanity. |  |
 | Pepita~ The newest of the boarders, nad the only one that can't be described as a wanderer. She came from a colony on the moon, Baiziei. I haven't observed her long. |
Shanna~ The youngest. Like Herb, her biggest worries are her families, borrowed and wept over. But she's not as perfectly as him, she has her insecurities. Yet, she doesn't even mind, she doesn't even know where she came from. |  |
| The Clan Publication~
The magazine Melz and them publish, I don't find anything worth in it, but they find it consuming enough. Click on the cover to go there. |
|
I know you're there, listening to my thoughts. Now, I ask you to leave. You don't have to forget me.
Patch trades are up, looking for clickies to petpages of pets with personalities/interests similar to Tobili, not just lupes. So, anytime of warrior especially welcome.