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Lily Delaney-Scott

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a character in “The High Life”, as played by rubytuesday

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β€œI was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out.” x rupi kaur



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N A M E
Lily Sophia Delaney-Scott

N I C K N A M E (S)
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B I R T H D A Y
October 15th, 1996 (18 years old)

S E X U A L I T Y
demi(pan)sexual , panromantic

E T H N I C I T Y
White British

H E X
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S T Y L E
Lily has a penchant for leaning towards comfort over style, and whilst she does have a sense of fashion that she follows, it is not that which is especially common among the ladies of the upper east side. She has a fondness for denim jackets, as well as 'mom' and 'boyfriend' jeans, and has an expansive collection of over-sized tee shirts, hoodies and pullovers. Her shoes tend to be of the street-shoe variety, the likes of Vans and Adidas, and her jewellery is typically quite minimalist, and is always silver.

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A P P E A R A N C E
Lily very much carries a contradictory air; the vibe of someone caught in in a temporary daydream and yet fearsomely aware of the world around her. Measuring at 5'8",
she seems to always seem either far taller or far smaller, depending on whether she is arguing a stance or curled up in her own thoughts. Her body is rather slim, at 126 lbs and her skin tone is warm and seemingly sun-kissed, despite her not really being one for warm weather, and it is not unusual to catch her with flecks of paint or smears of pastel from her time spent 'art-ing'. Her round face is framed by wavy, light brown locks that fall brush her shoulders, and her eyes are hazel and distinctive in their doe-ishness, sitting beneath smoothly arched brows.



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L I K E S
rainy weatherXXbeesXXpastel nail polishXXpoetryXXpetrichorXXGame of ThronesXXintersectional feminismXXold books and librariesXXflower gardensXXfairsXXice cream (esp. chocolate and passionfruit)XXsimplistic jewelleryXXscented candlesXXpost-it notesXXjunk shopsXXart galleriesXXtriviaXXpeachesdenim jacketsXXtattoosXXfireworks and sparklersXXhot chocolateXXslam poetryXXconcerts and festivalsXXcomediesXXferris wheels and rollercoastersXXlip balmXXindie filmsXXcampfiresXXmint gumXXphilosophyXXmovie marathonsXXstargazingXXsleeping inXX"pretty" words (words like ephemeral, catharsis and numinous )XXmockumentariesXXpastel-painted nailsXXsilver jewelleryXXcherry blossomsXXwinter weatherXXdrive-in theatresXXpopping candyXXhistoryXXNetflixXX

D I S L I K E S
heavy metalXXmathematicsXXconservative politicsXXketchupXXgender normsXXiced waterXXignoranceXXneon coloursXXtechno musicXXbroken nailsXXbottled waterXXsmokingXXbigotryXXliquoriceXXsalty foodsXXcooked peasXXcelebrity magazinesXXdirt under nailsXXbeing lied toXXtoffeeXXsalty foodsXXhot dogsXXcrude humourXXlitterbugsXXmint chocolateXXmost alcoholXXanimal printXXleather and furXXgossip and rumoursXX



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Lily is a sensitive soul, prone to moments of quiet contemplation, and her mind is framed by a constant state of introspection. She enjoys and appreciates people and sociality, but she also enjoys spending time with herself and her thoughts. Most often, this pensiveness coincides with her many hours dedicated to the fine arts, particularly visual art, photography and poetry. She has an eye for beauty, and a talent for creating aesthetic imagery and creations through her passion. Like with many artists, her art often acts as a vehicle for her own feelings and opinions, from personal woes to political stances (of which she has many, and about all of which is fiercely unabashed). She is far less skilled at exposing her worries and concerns to others, and only those she is extremely trusting of are likely to gauge any vulnerability lurking beneath her surface, let alone have it divulged to them in confidence.

It should be no surprise then, that Lily treasures trust over nearly everything. She hates being lied to, and the ideas of betrayal and broken trust are two of the things she fears most. She consequently reflects these values through her own behaviour, and is infallibly loyal. She stands by those that she cares about through everything, and is not the type to flee in times of trouble. She is seemingly fearless, both in her conviction and in her opinions. She is fiercely feminist, and does not take kindly to ignorance, particularly when such ignorance is either wilful, bigoted, or, as it so often is, both. She does not shy away from calling out others, and her bluntness combined with her opinionated and forthright nature make for a formidable foe, should she come to verbal blows.

This side of her may shock, however, considering how otherwise laidback she seems, with her head often lost in the clouds and her mind often caught in a daydream. Her inquisitiveness blends into a sharp acuity, and she is has quite the affinity for sarcasm and witty raillery.

Lily has an unusual capacity for empathy, a facility for reaching into the minds of those around her and understanding them. She perceives people with the utmost adeptness, reads them like the books she so fondly cherishes. However, she is also incomparably compassionate, and for this reason, her natural discernment translates into enhanced empathy rather than calculated manipulation. She consequently has learnt how to best comfort and understand others, as well as find middle ground, to compromise, accomodate and bargain. She is often the one made to act as mediator between the many contrasting extremes of her fellow high school personalities, and she does so adeptly, much in thanks to her ability to look at the bigger picture, as well as her spurts of blunt honesty in a world filled to the brim with fake smiles and white lies. She is dispassionate when it comes to the social climb; the pyramid everyone seems to obsessed with topping, and she knows, for the most part, how to sidestep drama whilst remaining well-liked by the majority of her classmates. Perhaps her personality is refreshing, in that she has no qualms with the East-Side ridiculousness, and is more likely to mock it than engage, or perhaps it is the fact that she can give impressively clever advice, should she opt to. Usually, though, she just sticks to the sidelines, watching the drama go down with a cynical commmentery and a bucket of buttered popcorn.



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F A M I L Y
Ms Petra Delaney-Scott | mother | 45 | curator at the New York Museum of Natural History | alive
Nee Delaney, Petra was born into a very wealthy household, with her parents co-owning a powerful and successful pharmaceutical company that is the primary provider of medical supplies to almost all of the major statewide hospitals. Her parents, John and Joanna Delaney, did not initially take well to Petra's "coming out", and their relationship was strained for almost six years until Joanna was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Although she is now largely "out of the woods", the potentially life-threatening condition forced her and John to reevaluate their priorities, and they have since apologised and tried to reconnect with their daughter, and their daughter's family.
Dr. Laura Delaney-Scott | mother | 43 | paediatrician | alive

AJ Delaney-Scott | brother | 14 | student | alive
Louis Delaney-Scott | brother | 7 | student | alive
Destiny "Dizzy" Delaney-Scott | sister | 11 | student | alive
Lachlan Delaney-Scott | brother | 13 | student | alive

H I S T O R Y
Lily was only four years old when her mother's struggle with drugs (her father being nameless and decidedly out of the picture) led to her becoming a ward of the state.
Since then, she jumped between homes, joining families temporarily. Eventually the sudden severing of ties become far less painful, and the pattern of movement became numb. Her circumstances were ones that left her thirsty for affection, and the sense of betrayal she felt whenever her supposed 'parents' decided to eject her taught her the art of closing herself away.
Always introverted, the ache that came with vulnerability encouraged her to inhibit her emotional openness, and to glide along without making ties. She couldn't help but feel objectified- reduced to a lighter, briefly appreciated, then passed along to the next cigarette-carrying set of strangers. She found solace in art and poetry and film making,
studying arts and savouring the aesthetics, both visual and of sound. They appealed to her in a way that the relationships in her life did not, and her hobbies turned into a vehicle of escapism.
She was ten years old when she met her fourth and last foster family, the Delaney-Scotts, who offered her not only a shockingly affluent lifestyle, but, more importantly,
an honest affection that had long since become difficult to recognise. At first, Lily didn't trust them. She'd read enough stories to know that some things were always, always too good to be true. And yet, they persisted in their kindness. Gradually, Lily softened, and, less than a year later, she officially became Lily Delaney-Scott.

So begins...

Lily Delaney-Scott's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Moon Eo-jin Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Lily Delaney-Scott Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nishimura Akio Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson

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S E P T E M B E Rx2 5 T H,x2 0 1 7

7:05 am. It is the morning of the first day back to school for both the Constance Billard girls and the St. Jude's boys. By now, many of them should be up and planning how they're going to take on the day. The extra eager students will be on their way to the school to help set up for the welcome back assembly which will take place at 8:30 am. However for one student, they don't care about rushing into school to help nor precisely planning the perfect back to school outfit - instead, they are sat behind a computer screen typing furiously. Finally happy, they quickly press post and throw on some clothes in the hopes they won't be late to school, not that anyone would notice anyway...

'Good morning Upper East Side, I hope you've all had a good rest because this year is gonna filled with more drama and chaos than any other. I'll make sure of that.

The first day back to school means those first impressions are going to be crucial. No matter how long you may have been at the school, you better bring your a game or risk being shot right down the social ladder. Let's see if Queen Bee Clara Chase can keep her crown or if one of her minions will finally be able to claw their way to the top. Speaking of, what's a Queen without her King? Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Seems like no one can stand Queen Bee-atch long enough, not even to get in her pants. Well, unless playboy Dante Lawson can finally find his way into the heart of the one girl at school he hasn't, hm, gotten friendly with.

And what about the minions, seems like pretty Primrose Reynolds has found herself a man in new money - Tristan Dupond - I guess we'll have to wait to find out if he'll ever love her as much as she loves herself. Oh, and how could I forget the resident 'bad bitch' Nurys Johnson, even she's managed to snag herself a desperate cool girl wannabe in Moriah Goldman. Seems like Clara really is the only one sleeping on her own these days, can you believe it? The Queen being outdone by her servants and enemies. How the mighty have fallen.

All this gossip and more has gotten me so excited for the start of this term, and the prospect of spilling all your dirty little secrets is exactly what keeps me going. The bitch is back.

You know you love me,
xoxo gossip girl.'

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Lily Delaney-Scott

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Willow rolled over onto her side, giggling into her phone. She had just finished reading Gossip Girl's opening piece for the year and while she'd never admit it, her snarky comments about Clara amused Willow to no end. While she knew that whoever Gossip Girl was, they were guaranteed to just be jealous of people like Clara, Willow still found pleasure in the fact that perhaps this could take the girl down a few notches. Which was odd really, seeing as the two were supposedly friends. At least that's what everyone else thought.

Sighing at the thought of getting up and ready for the day, Willow wished to stay in bed, tucked under a mountain of duvets, for the rest of her days. But alas, just as she was about to decidedly blow off school, Willow's alarm screeches her out of her sleepy morning fog and into reality. Kicking off her covers, Willow rolls out of bed with an annoyed grunt and trudges her way down the stairs of her and her father's apartment, into the kitchen.

Gabriel was already up and about to leave as Willow waltzed in, half her hair sticking up from the peculiar sleeping positions she always manages to get herself into. "Buenos dias angel," Her father smiles, walking over to kiss Willow's forehead. "Ugh." Is her only response, but she still leans into her father, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You need to hurry if you don't want to be late for school." Gabriel warns her, as Willow lets him go and moves on to toasting some bread. "I have meetings all day so I'll be working late tonight - try and get someone to come over after school," He continues "I don't like you being all alone in this big apartment." Gabriel always was the one to worry about Willow. It wasn't like her mother was going to, so Gabriel took on the responsibilities of both parents, which often overwhelmed him.

Biting into some toast, Willow turns to her father and begins speaking, mouth still full. "I'm fine papΓ‘, you know I'm not a baby anymore." Gabriel nods, but his face still holds that worried look he gets all too often when he thinks about Willow being on her own. Rolling her eyes, Willow resigns, "But fine, I'll ask Lily if she's free, ok?"

Immediately perking up, Gabriel smiles at Willow as he heads for the door, "Good idea, I like that girl she's a good influence," there's a pause, as if Gabriel is debating whether to say the next sentence or not, "Not like that Clara, I still don't understand why you hang out with her." Will he ever leave is all Willow can think as she replies, "Nice to know papΓ‘ - bye now!" And with that, he's finally gone.

Willow takes a deep breath, releasing the air slowly as she relaxes into the sweet silence of the autumn morning. Her eyes flick over to the balcony, large glass windows bring in the warm light of the rising sun, washing over her face with a yellow light. For such a beautiful morning, Willow knew the rest of the day would only be grim.

It takes the girl all of thirty minutes to ready herself for the day ahead. After a quick shower, she threw on a semi-decent outfit, hoping the skirt would fit Constance's uniform rules well enough. As she grabs her pre-packed backpack, Willow's phone vibrates with an incoming message. It's Clara. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Willow shoots back a response.

To: Clara
I'm on my way to school now, see you soon.


Running her fingers through her wavy hair, Willow then slicks on a bit of lipbalm before she heads for the door, going down in the elevator and out the front entrance, smiling sweetly at the doorman as she passes and finally out into the cool air. The breeze slaps Willow in the face and immediately a shiver runs down her spine. Hurriedly heading for her car, Willow is relieved to be out of the cold once she pulls the door shut behind her. Surely it would warm up as the days progressed, but autumn mornings were always chilly.

As she sat, attempting to warm up her cheeks by rubbing them with her palms, Willow decided to send that text to Lily. She'd never lie to her father, and if Willow had said she'd invite Lily round, then she would.

To: Lily
Heya, are you free after school? I was thinking we could grab some hot chocolates or whatever :-)


Sending off her second text of the day, Willow puts her car keys into the ignition and sets off for school, curious as to what kind of 'help' Clara and her followers were providing for today's welcome back assembly.