Lily is the type of Electi the Rehabilitation part of ERA was built for. She is the true brain behind the disasterpiece known as Shite Outta’ Luck— Shes’s the sort of person who enters a room and instantly lowers the temperature and the will to live.

Most of her time is spent in the company of Clyde and Bob, lurking more than walking. She speaks on to stab, metaphorically or otherwise. Lily doesn’t start fights, per se. She crafts them. Not just for fun, that word’s too soft: It’s more of a hobby or a pastime. A way of rearranging her immediate area into something mildly shittier than it was five minutes ago.

She is not broken-hearted or misunderstood. She is not yearning for connection. She has simply embraced the unholy power of being everyone’s worst-case scenario and decided, quite cheerfully, to commit to that profession full-time.

Lily can make any object edible, allowing the body to chew through it and fully digest it. She can eat anything between rocks and deteorating electronics harmlessly, without a hint of sickness. However, objects without any nutrition value won’t help her gain energy, so she still needs to eat regular food to live.

Her powers gave Lily her infamous reputation, the ability to eat anything, break out of any cell, devour anything- and just maybe, if you cross a line, anyone.