[u]Pulling down his hood in a shower of snow, the towering giant's cloak reveals an aged face, weathered from travel. Scars and wrinkles adorn the bearded face, the tanned and leathery skin stretched and molded from years of traveling. What little hair he had on the top of his head when he resided at the Dojo before is gone, but his beard has seemingly doubled in size to compensate for the loss of the other. Snow white in color, it covers a cheery face covered in wrinkles and marks, the cheeks dimpling at the lips as a wide smile stretches across his face. Dark blue eyes pear out from the wrinkled eye sockets, little embers seemingly dancing throughout as if at an elegant ball. Chuckling, he speaks in a soft but strong voice, aged and worn from years of use.[/u] "[i]That armor I'd recognize anywhere- That be the Dragon Slayer armor modeled after an old friend of mine... Ornstein was his name. The same goes for your weapon. If I had been a bit worse off for memory I would have thought you could have been he himself, but alas... I do not remember him being this short, nor a female. Now, I must ask you... Who are, you don such armor and not be of the same platoon as my old friend, hm?[/i]" [u]He bends over, his face coming closer to the helmet's mask as snow rains down from his broad frame. The unmistakeable sound of armor folding upon itself can be heard under the cloak, as if he wore a full suit in a storm like this despite his age.[/u]

[i]Frost covering the snout of the lion helm, the female Dragonslayer only stood in place, her hands simply hanging at her side. She wasn't intimidated by the giant, and wasn't even surprised by his presence. She knew who he was.[/i] "...I am Olivia. Daughter of Captain Ornstein and Blue Flame Nora, dragonslaying knightess of Anor Londo and the Dojo." [i]She performed a courteous bow towards the twelve foot tall man, tipping her armored head towards his figure as she bent her back slowly. After rising up, she stared at his old, wrinkled face, her voice proud and valiant.[/i] "Dad told me of you. Balthazar, if I remember. One of his dearest friends?"

[u]Starting into a hearty laugh, Balthazar roars a bellow that shakes the very snow from the rooftops throughout the Dojo village. An even bigger smile stretches across his face as he pats her head with a massive hand, seemingly ignorant of the fact she wears full armor.[/u] "[i]So Ornstein went and got himself married, did he? And he spawned a smaller Dragon Slayer, to boot! I bet it was with that Nora gal, he always did show such fancy for her... Now, I must be asking... I recall Ornstein never saying he had a father to spoil his children... If I am correct, that means the position of grandfather is open![/i]" [u]A glow in his eyes shows the excitement he feels, his boisterous voice surprising in the least.[/u]

"Yeah, my mom's Nora, heh. And I've got a brother, too. He's edgy, named Severin..." [i]Only chucking softly about the fact that the giant had patted her head, the knightess Olivia kept looking up at him, although she wished that she could take off her helm in the cold and properly greet him. She absolutely loved the winter months at times, but she would risk the chance of hyperthermia or even frostbite if she removed the helm on her head.[/i] "I guess you can be a...grandpa, heh. I don't mind, truly. As long as you won't get too crazy about the things I do...heh. Ah...don't tell Dad that I drink...please... ...I shouldn't have said that." [i]She chuckled a little awkwardly, as she had just told her "grampy" that she had gotten into alcohol. She wasn't a full-fledge drinker, she just...needed a buzz every now and then, nothing too bad.[/i]