[i]A man looking to be about fifty heard the scream, and had gone out to investigate, fearlessly approaching the young knightess, a worried expression on his tanned face. Jason, as the man was called, was wearing very simple clothes; just a loose, camoflauged T-shirt with a pair of camoflauged shorts and black army boots, a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck. His physique was very muscular - even more so than a certain manipulative cuck which was pretty.. weird since he looked rather old. He stood at six feet precisely. His right arm was a forest green cybernetic, same for his left leg from the knee down.. Must've been a veteran from the army. His jaw was covered by a thick, bushy, grey beard, like a lumberjack's - much like his eyebrows. His two bright, friendly lookers were a sky blue, and they weren't the only indication of friendliness; his wrinkled face had rather large dimples. Definitely a friendly grandpa, eh? [/i] "Oh, oh, oh, a young lass got problems, eh? Well, Miss, mind tellin' lil' ol' Jason what happened? And don't y'try and tell me nothing happened; I've got four kids and I know when somethin' is wrong." [i]He spoke once he stood still about four feet before Olivia, his rough but friendly voice being accompanied by a very thick accent, both Irish and Texan. [/i]