Gender: 2

Race: Dwarf

Height: 4 foot 5

Age: 67

Family: Rumour has it dwarves sprout from holes in the ground, he is no different. Poped right up from a field one fine day. But otherside of that, he is the

Weapons: A walking axe; two small throwing axes on his back and another in his pack.

Personality: A chippy wonderous fellow though as most dwarves are, he is quite mouthy around the presense of elvesand will not be caught riding a horse unless of course his life counted on it desperately. He can be the comic relief in most situations but also has his little quiet, thoughtful episodes every now and then. Delwon does NOT enjoy being lost one bit unless he MEANS to be or is trying to PRETEND he means to be lost or he is pretending to actually know where he is going. Quite the storyteller around the campfire if the times call for it. He can also get pretty rebelious if there is something he absolutely feels strongly about not doing or if something doesn't feel right.

Appearance: He's a stout little dwarf with dark, scragley hair and a dark beard that drifts down to his mid chest region. Often times he will have a clumsily made braid or merely have it all just hanging loosely down. He has a mithril coat as most good dwarves wear underneath their clothing and bits of protective, everyday armour.

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