Cornelia Hill

## Synopsis

Cornelia ran to LA from Boston in 1993 after the Prince of Boston (unfairly) called a Blood Hunt for killing a Scourge.

She met Gary Golden who offered her a place to stay. From then on she started working as a hitwoman for Baron Abrams, eventually moving to the Valley.

## Important Character Information

* has a workshop in San Gabriel, provided by Jax
* used to live in Gary's domain, then moved to her own place, then to the Paisley's Party Palace
* has given her own haven to Yancey while he's in LA
* used to have a podcast; now she has a weekly radio show.
* Rem gave her 25 burner phones when they first met

## Important Relationships

* **Gary Golden** — mawla
* **Mitnick, Imalia** — "step-siblings"
* **Candy Gunn** — friend; Nos Primogen of Dallas
* **Remington Rhys** — romantic partner and coterie mate
* **Klaus, Winter, Paisley Agrippa** — close friends and coterie mates
* **Sam Alexander** — sire; considered deceased
* **Tony Griffin** — ex-partner; former Herald of Boston; adversary; super-dead
* **Quentin King** — Prince of Boston; owes her a boon.
* **Ash Grillsby** — ghoul; brother-in-law;
* Anole — a close friend

## Background

Mortal days: she was born in 1960 in Boston, father was a policeman, mom a stay-at-home parent. She has an older sister, Christine, who she was very close with.

She was an average student with a love for social science and PE, and she had a dream of becoming a psychologist. Unfortunately, this dream was never fulfilled. When she went to college, she got accepted into a cheerleading group, and after two years of college, she was suspended. She worked her fair share of retail jobs until Ash (her sister's boyfriend at the time) helped her to get a job on a local radio station in 1988 (two years before getting her own radio show.

During that time, she met Anthony Griffin (aka Tony Starlight), who was a famous jazz singer, whom her sister tried to put into prison for domestic violence. In 1990, when Cornelia started dating him (or, rather, was *forced* to date him), she and her sister got into an argument. After that, both had never seen each other again.

Cornelia was Embraced by a Nosferatu who went by the name of Sam Alexander. Along with Tony, he trained Cornelia to be a “murder machine”; Tony downright abused her when she disobeyed or failed.

In 1993, she was Dominated into killing her grandsire-Scourge, because “she was a traitor, a Sabbat spy”, but when turned out it wasn’t true, The Prince called the Blood Hunt on her. Boston Nosferatu primogen helped her run to LA. She was told Sam was killed shortly after she left since by Camarilla law he was still responsible for Cornelia's actions.

After arriving in LA, she was introduced to Gary Golden, who let her stay in his domain. She was also introduced to Isaac Abrams, the Baron of Hollywood, who gave her various jobs to employ her skills. She was hired by other people to clean up neighborhoods from drug dealers and such.

Fast forward to now, back in October Tony came back in hopes to make Cornelia his right-hand woman. With the help of Thad, Locke, Jax, and others, she managed to find out that Tony worked with Caridad de Flores and paid off the 2I. the situation. A while after, Tony was killed by Cornelia and co.

After that, everything seemed to be quiet (apart from usual Valley dumpster fires), and she continues to be Nosferatu Speaker, a gunsmith, and a radio host.

## Blood Palette

To say that this vitae holds power is an understatement. It isn't potent the way that some is, there is no thick feeling on the tongue or heaviness to the taste, but it's powerful all the same. It's rushes through the system like napalm, filling your veins with speed and strength, but also with the knowledge that if you wanted to, if you needed to, one could vanish into the night without a word or whisper of cloth. It tastes of freedom, of open roads without a care in the world and a sense of duty bound honor to make sure that your word is something that must be upheld.  This hits like gin---cool, fragrant and like a truck from no where. Southie style.