HATES Christmas.

Looking for something to burn, and you're looking like tinder.

Shares half a brain cell with Fireside.

Hisses and crackles in place of speaking, causing embers and sparks to go everywhere. Almost impossible to understand what he's saying, but it's usually a threat.

Eats incense.

Sometimes drips wax from the tears in his suit and mouth

Much too hot to get close. It’s like standing close to a raging campfire.