CORNELIA HATHORNE, A.K.A. Will-O-Wisp


Glowing
- Cornie is in no hurry to interract socially. She's a shut-in who doesn't put up appearances. If she likes you, you'll know. If she hates you, you'll know. She's a comic book and video game nerd and is in a neverending struggle to control her bodily temperature to make sure not to set fire to everything around her. Her default emotion is boredom. A cold, calm, and collected boredom only broken by shenanigans of her creation. Simple-minded is not a insult for her and she likes to think she is. As you can probably tell, she will be overjoyed on a hot summer afternoon and gloomy during a cold rainy night. Don't touch her stuff, don't comment her living style and get in on the stupid stuff and she'll be on your side.

Flaming
You might see this as hypocritical coming from her, but the one thing she cannot abide is disrespect for life, especially against innocent and uninvolved creatures. She is no justice action hero or brave vigilante but she will try her best to punish criminals that may cross her path or people who wrong her allies. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.

Hot
Her love life is... inexistant... When you think about it, she's just a humanlike magical ballon filled with fire and flames. Except her mouth, eyes and ears she has no other orifices. Her body temperature is off the charts and extended exposure could cause burns of varying degrees based on her temper at the time. Not only is it that she is psychologically incapable of love over friendship, who would like to get close to something that could literally explode in a fit of rage. Women, amirite?

Ashes & Dust
When she was conjured to this mortal realm, Cornie did the only sensible thing someone in her position would do. Guilt tripping the asshole who gave her life and squatting his house. She lives with Morricone in his Devil's Advocate where she keeps things mostly clean, answers the phone and burns sensitive documents. Secretary, assistant, contextual antagonist... Hutch to his Starsky, Bandit to his Smokey or simply Fire Elemental to his Depressed Huckster. Even though she looks in her twenties, her "room" is a den of blanket forts, stacks of comic books, DVDs, videogames boxes with somewhere in there a TV and console and some big headphones. Also, a small but powerfull AC, fans and a quickly installed and heat sensitive sprinkler system to make sure her body temp stays under 50°c (122°F).