Gender: 2
Race: Dwarf and Mortal Female
Height: A:4'10'' M:5'2''
Family: Only each other
Animals: N/A
Weapons: A: hammer and axe M: Proficient with a short bow

Personality: Avylan would seem outwardly a typical Dwarf. He is concerned with rock and what might be contained within. However he has a posession he does hold to be more precious than gems or even Mithril. (Though he would never say so, perhaps not even to her) The child he picked up along side of the road who has grown into a young woman under his guidance is what means most to him in all the world. He is stalwart and sturdy and relatively young as Dwarves go. His inherent greed for wealth is bolstered by a keen enjoyment for a bit of adventure. Malli has benefited greatly by the education afforded her by Ayvlan or as she calls him 'Papa'. She is skilled in casting things of great delicacy and finery and has a natural knack for evaluating rough gem stones. She is devoted to her Papa beyond all else and would do anything for him.

Appearance: Ayvlan and Malli make quite the interesting pair... The best way to describe her is spritely. She is a petite thing of not much height as the daughters of Men go. Everything about her just exudes enthusiasm and life. She has eyes of a deep blue that hold in them such an eagerness to please. The longest of her blonde ringlets bobs just below her jawline and when she has had sun there is a sparse dappling of very light freckles spread over the bridge of her nose. A thing of note is the fine collar and stud earrings she wears always. They are not the sort of thing that would be overlooked easily, especially on a girl that most often is wearing exceedingly simple clothes. The collar has many star saphires the color of which seem to have been chosen to match perfectly her eyes and the gold they are set in blends just exactly with her hair. The earrings are brilliant cut and sparkle in the light. A note about the collar, at the back of Malli's neck there is a place for a key in it and it is quite impossible to open without that key. Ayvlan is as most Dwarves thick and sturdy in appearance. He have grey eyes that seem very grave and yet can light up at times either in the presense of jewels or Malli. His beard is kept neatly woven in an intricate braid by Kitten (what he most often calls Malli) and is a deep black color, blue in the correct light. He wears on his first finger of his right hand a band of Mithril. It is the first ring that Malli made on her own and at a distance it looks perhaps a little plain and even scratched. But if you look very closely at it you can see that it is in fact delicately etched with vines that upon closer inspection weave into a word which I will not spell out here.

History:

Ayvlan moved to the Lonely Mountain when he was quite young after it was first reclaimed. He enjoys travel and has made it a habit to go to Rohan as amongst men they are his favorite lot. Not that he cares for horses but their grasp of life is something he appreciates. On one journey back from the land of horsemen is when he came upon Malli.

He and his companions were on the road home, and though they avoided any woods they could along the way Ayvlan will always be glad they cut through the south eastern corner of the Mirkwood this time. There were small settlements of brave men who took on the forest around there and made their living by cutting down the trees and making them good for something. But in one such camp the dogs that had been meant to watch their masters and protect them from the wolves and other dangers of the area turned feral and by some dark twist joined those they were supposed to have fought.

The turned dogs and Wolves attacked and in the flurry and confusion one young girl escaped carrying a precious bundle only to take a misstep and fall down a steep incline onto the road below. When Ayvlan and his group came by it seemed to all of them a shame to see such a young thing dead upon the road. There was an obvious break in her leg and it was likely she had died of shock, or infection and fever from such a nasty injury.

They had just about been ready to move on when a sound came from behind the rotted piece of tree the girl had fallen onto. It was then that Ayvlan first saw Malli. This little chubby legged thing with a mess of wild gold curls came toddling out.

She came up to him and took his hand and tried to tell him as she could that her Mama was hurt. And though he might never admit it aloud to anyone but Malli the dwarf had already decided just upon that first glimpse of her that he would keep and care for the little girl. To his eyes she was the sort of beautiful he thought elves to be before he met one. With that golden halo of ringlets and those honest blue eyes clear as a midsummer sky over a desert.

And so without a word to the others in his group he lifted the girl and took her with him. He named her Malli because he felt she needed a name and one of usual Dwarven construction seemed ill fitting the bright and bubbling little girl who seemed unable to keep her little hands untangled from his beard.

He had heard the word Elves used for gold… and yet he was loath to use one of their words entirely for such a precious little creature. So Malli she became and they have been entirely inseperable since.

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