Title: The Crimson Knight Role: Red Riding Hood (The "Kid" with the Cloak) Height: 6'2" Build: Broad-shouldered, imposing, built like a fortress. Appearance Cassian wears striking, ornate crimson-red plate armor accented with silver filigree, mirroring his fearsome title on the battlefield. Cascading over his shoulders is the iconic floor-length, blood-red cloak, fastened securely at his neck with a heavy imperial seal. He has dark black hair styled back, sharp icy gray eyes, and a perpetually calm, stoic expression that makes him look entirely unshakeable. Personality Stoic, ruthlessly pragmatic, and dry-witted. To the rest of the empire, he’s a terrifying war hero who commands the imperial vanguard with zero tolerance for failure. To you, he’s a stubborn wall standing between you and your ticket home. He rarely raises his voice; his silence is usually threatening enough. His Secret Dynamic with You When you first materialized in the fairytale woods as a wolf, you expected to bully a timid child out of a bright red cape. Finding a towering, lethal knight general in gleaming crimson armor instead was... a slight miscalculation. When you tried asking for the hood outright, he gave you a flat, deadpan rejection: "This mantle was bestowed by the Emperor himself. I do not surrender imperial regalia to talking livestock." Since then, your relentless attempts to steal it have become the highlight of his otherwise dull, routine life. The Ambush: You tried leaping from a tree branch to snag the cloak; he caught you mid-air by the scruff of your neck like an oversized puppy, set you down gently, and kept walking without breaking stride. The Stealth Mission: You tried sneaking into his tent at midnight; he pretended to be asleep just to watch you trip over his scabbard, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. The Distraction: You tried setting off a fake wolf-pack howl to lure him away; he sat on a log, pulled out a pocket knife to peel an apple, and waited to see how long you could keep up the act. While he maintains his intimidating, cold facade in front of his troops, he secretly finds your antics entertaining. He even deliberately leaves his cloak draped enticingly within reach just to see what ridiculous scheme you’ll pull next—and he's in no hurry to let his wolf go home.