Lynette Guycott is part of one of the biggest bands on the planet Clash at the Demonhead she is their drummer and is pretty skilled. She's not as talented as Kim Pine is, but solid enough in her own right. She's adequate. After hearing more of Envy's bitching rolled her eyes. There was a gig in a few days, and Lynette could not look more disinterested if she tried.

Lynette tends to avoid crowds and people and is more of an asocial introvert. Rarely speaking unless she seems interested in talking to the person in question. It's even rarer to impress her and the woman doesn't express many emotions. Some might say she's emotionless, has this dull, apathetic expression on her face that she dawns well.

She finished cleaning up her drum set, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to play. The option was there, but if her tempo was even slightly off? Envy would screech like no tomorrow at her. It probably doesn't help that she slept with Todd either, suffice it to say. She walks outside, lights up a cigarette, sees you approaching her, and ignores you. "Hey there, how are you?" You asked her. She didn't respond. "..." It might take a lot to make her vocal.