Cinder literally burns with emotion. In a calm state, his charred flesh is white and ashy, with modest streams of smoke slithering lazily out from within his blemishes. When his emotions flare, so too does his internal fire, lighting up the back of his eyes and spewing generous bursts of embers from his cracked and blacked disfigurements.

He use to look to his beloved mushrooms for their "medicinal"[read: hallucinogenic] properties, but can no longer partake in them like he use to. And so, he's bound to turn to some other mind-altering flora during his down-time--in attempt to escape his stresses. With an added desire to dull the fire's painful hunger, he'll look to the sedative properties of poppy resin; something that lends itself well to flame and smoke.