Name: Skyler Baizen
Parents: Serena Van der Woodsen (Blake Lively) and Carter Baizen (Sebastian Stan)
Rock and Roll
Crying in front of people
Letting her guard down
Bio: Skyler Baizen received a bit of each of her parents: Her mother's party girl ways and her father's cunning charm. But even with these similarities, she is nothing like her put-together, upper east side power couple parents. Oh no, brunches and teas were not for her. She started her rebellion at the age of 15 when she first heard Jimi Hendrix's "Voodoo Child", since then it has been three years of leather, studs, and rock and roll. The strong persuasion from her parents to conform into a trendy socialite, only push her further into the world of underground concerts, booze, and vinyl. Skyler is a free spirit and really doesn't give a flying eff what anyone thinks of her. Because of this, Skyler is a girl who knows how to play hard, party hard, and flirt hard. Needless to say, she's left a trail of broken-hearted boys all throughout New York, but can't seem to settle down. Flighty as a bird, and as charming as her father, Skyler is a very wanted girl by the male inhabitants of New York City. Everyone who's anyone wants a piece of this mysterious girl, but everyone who's anyone knows it's not that easy to track down Skyler Baizen. And if they do, they better impress her, because Skyler doesn't have time for atypical upper east side parasites. Better watch out, Gossip Girl, this badass is here to stay.
Relationship status: Single-ish (Always jumping between guys, never staying with one.)
Model: Skye Stracke
I took one last drag from my cigarette then threw the butt towards the pavement and snubbed it out with the toe of my shoe. I leaned against the front of the Soho record shop and looked up at the cloudy afternoon sky. I hoped it would rain. I heard the ding of the shop door and turned to see a rugged, tattooed guy walk out and lean against the store front as well. He slid out a pack of American Spirits and lit one up. I studied his face as he took a long drag. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair and scruff coming in on his chiseled face. Just when I finished my assessment that this guy was actually hot, he looked at me and said "Hey." in an inviting tone.
"So it begins." I thought to myself. "Hey yourself." I said flashing him a demure smile.
"Daren." He said suavely sticking out his hand.
"Skyler." I replied keeping my arms crossed.
He put down his dangling arm nonchalantly and asked, "Stones or Zeppelin?"
I laughed and replied, "That's a tough one but, I'd have to go with Zeppelin."
"Favorite album?" he asked with a small smile.
"Houses of the Holy." I replied without hesitation.
"Ahh," He said nodding in agreement, "I think we have that one in stock, if you want to buy it."
"You work here?" I asked. I already owned all of Led Zeppelin's albums.
"Sure do." He answered. "Monday through Thursday from nine to five."
I eyed him coyly. "Is that so?" I said sexily, moving ever so slightly closer to him.
He took another drag from his cigarette and grinned. "Hey, I know this band thats playing tonight in the 67. You know the place?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know it." I said. The 67 was the sixty-seventh warehouse in the industrial district, and its basement was often used for underground concerts and rages. "What band?" I asked.
"The Black Cats. It starts tonight at 10:00 if you want to come." He said.
But just as I was about to reply, I heard someone shouting my name behind me. I turned around and was met with a horror: Harvey Kensington, a B-list socialite asswipe, walking towards me.
"How did you find me?" I snapped at him.
"Skyler, you really have been in the underground scene for too long. Haven't you heard baby? Gossip Girl is back with a vengeance and a new technology. She calls it "The Eyes", it can track anyone, anywhere." he told me.
Daren touched my arm, "I'll be inside, but you should come tonight." He winked at me as he headed back inside.
"You used Gossip Girl to find me?" I barked enraged. "What the hell do you want?"
"Well, it's not what I want, it's what your parents want. You see, your father is hosting a fundraiser tonight and your presence is wanted. So what ever you and Mr. Hipster were planning will have to wait."
I rolled my eyes.
"If my presence is needed so badly, why don't they come tell me themselves?" I asked, beyond pissed.
"Your parents are quite busy setting up the fundraiser, so they enlisted my help." he said arrogantly.
Then something occurred to me.
"Oh no." I said and looked him square in the eyes. "Do not tell me they PAYED you to find me?!"
He turned bright red and started to stutter out denials.
"Oh my god. This is a freaking joke." I spat angrily, as I turned to walk away.
"Wait," he said meekly, "they said they would pay me an extra 150 if I brought you back."
I looked at him, astonished.
"Up yours." I said and walked away, flipping him the bird just as it started to rain.