BIRTH NAME : Delphine Toussaint ALIAS : Delphi AGE : 42 DATE Â OF Â BIRTH : September 17th, 1983 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single HOMETOWN : Paris, France TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : Since may 2026 RESIDENCE : Hawthorne Hideaway FACECLAIM : Katheryn Winnick
trigger warning: cancer, death
EDUCATION : Bachelors degree in Public Relations OCCUPATION :Â Personal assistant to the mayor of Paris GENDER : Cis-Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY : Lesbian
HAIR COLOR : Blonde. EYE Â COLOR : Blue. HEIGHT : 5'6'' / 168cm BUILD : Fit ACCENT : French LANGUAGES : English, French, Italian TATTOOS : None
ZODIAC : Virgo LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical touch, quality time CLOTHING : Dresses stylish in private, dressed in the latest French fashion. CURRENT HAIR STYLE: ( x ) CONDITIONS : None ALLERGIES : None EATING HABITS : Eats her greens first, then her protein, doesn't eat carbs for dinner, only as sandwiches or pasta salads. EXERCISE HABITS : zumba, vocal exercises. SLEEPING HABITS : Has an extensive face care routine before bed. takes supplements before bed.
ADDICTIONS : None. DRUG Â USE : None ALCOHOL USE : Socially.
POSITIVE Â TRAITS : discreet, calm under pressure, adaptable NEGATIVE TRAITS: workaholic, overprotective, sassy/sarcastic PHOBIAS : None FEARS : dying alone. HOBBIES : Horse riding, reading, shopping, singing (privately) training her dogs HABITS : hums her arias throughout the day, curls her hair around her finger, will stare at you when annoyed. USUAL TEMPERAMENT : Calm and inviting
FATHER : François Toussaint (deceased) MOTHER : Clemence Deschamps SIBLINGS : Victoire and Josephine Toussaint. PARTNER: none CHILDREN : none PETS : Merril, a poodle and Ătoile a Senne Français mare.
BIOGRAPHY
Delphine âDelphiâ Toussaint was born into the kind of Parisian wealth most people only glimpse in magazines. The eldest daughter of François Toussaint and ClĂ©mence Deschamps, she grew up surrounded by private estates, gala invitations, and the suffocating expectations that came with being a Toussaint. Her father was the founder and CEO of Maison Toussaint Ăquestre, a luxury equestrian fashion and breeding empire that catered almost exclusively to European aristocracy and old-money elites. Her mother, ClĂ©mence, came from her own powerful lineage and built Deschamps Atelier into one of Parisâ most sought-after couture jewelry houses, adorning politicians, actresses, and royals alike. Together, they were fixtures of the Parisian elite â untouchable, elegant, and endlessly scrutinized.
From an early age, Delphine learned how to exist beautifully in public while concealing everything messy underneath. She attended prestigious private schools, spoke three languages before adulthood, rode horses competitively, and understood the rules of etiquette before she understood herself. Her sisters, Victoire and Josephine, embraced the glamour of their family name more easily than she did. Delphine, however, always felt like she was performing a role someone else had written for her. She focused on her horses, on her riding competitions and tried to stay away from the public pretense.
Despite her familyâs hopes that she would eventually step into one of the family businesses, Delphine surprised them by pursuing a degree in Public Relations instead. It was strategic, practical, and still respectable enough to avoid scandal. Her calm demeanor, sharp instincts, and ability to remain composed under pressure quickly earned her a reputation in political circles. By her early thirties, she had become the personal assistant to the mayor of Paris â a high-profile position that demanded discretion, loyalty, and absolute control over chaos. Delphine excelled at all three.
She became indispensable.
And profoundly exhausted.
Her work consumed her life. Long nights, endless crises, carefully curated public appearances â she built herself into the perfect right hand while quietly neglecting every personal part of herself. Being openly lesbian within Parisâ elite circles had never destroyed her career, but it did complicate her already fragile relationship with her family. The Toussaints preferred discretion over honesty. Delphine learned quickly which parts of herself were acceptable to display and which were meant to stay hidden behind expensive smiles and tailored dresses.
Then came the year everything unraveled.
Her fatherâs cancer diagnosis shook the family to its core. François Toussaint had always seemed invincible â commanding, impossible to intimidate, larger than life. Watching him deteriorate forced Delphine into the role she knew best: caretaker. While her sisters managed appearances and business affairs, Delphine was the one sitting beside hospital beds at three in the morning, organizing medications, speaking to doctors, and pretending she wasnât terrified. His death left a fracture in the family that never properly healed. ClĂ©mence buried herself in work. Victoire became colder. Josephine disappeared into socialite distractions. And Delphine threw herself deeper into her career because grief was easier to survive when she had no time to feel it.
Privately, though, the loss changed her.
The fear of dying alone settled heavily into her chest afterward, lingering quietly beneath her otherwise composed exterior. It is the reason she clings too tightly to the people she loves. The reason she overprotects. The reason she struggles to let anyone close enough to hurt her.
For years, her closest relationship was with her best friend, Clementine â a successful fashion designer and one of the few people who knew Delphine beneath the polished façade. Their friendship survived careers, distance, heartbreak, and tragedy, including the devastating loss of their mutual friend, whose death left behind a young daughter named Mathilda. Clementine took custody of the little girl, becoming her mother in every way that mattered. Delphine stayed Mathildaâs devoted godmother without hesitation.
Mathilda changed something in her. Around the child, Delphine softened. She became gentler, warmer, less guarded. Visiting Clementine and Mathilda became the closest thing she ever had to a real home. Even if it meant flying across the world, after Clementine had moved to America.
Which is precisely why the kiss ruined everything.
It happened during one of Clementineâs trips to Paris. A moment neither of them planned for, fueled by years of closeness and feelings neither woman had dared acknowledge aloud. Clementine was married. Delphine knew that. So they buried it immediately, agreed never to speak of it again, and carried on pretending nothing had changed.
But everything had.
The calls became less frequent. Silence settled where comfort once existed. Delphine told herself she could live with it. She always lived with difficult things. Until she couldnât anymore. So she made the decision to leave Paris behind for Kismet Harbor. Officially, she tells people she simply wanted a quieter life and a less demanding position as a personal assistant. Unofficially, she is running from the version of herself Paris created â the woman who measured her worth through work, obligations, and appearances.
Kismet Harbor offers something terrifyingly unfamiliar: the possibility of starting over.
She has taken residence at Hawthorne Hideaway with her beloved poodle, Merril, carrying far too many designer suitcases and emotional baggage to match. Beneath her immaculate wardrobe, practiced elegance, and calm smile is a woman trying to figure out whether it is too late to build a life that actually belongs to her.
Delphine remains composed, sophisticated, and maddeningly difficult to read. She hums old operatic arias under her breath when she is distracted, curls strands of blonde hair around her finger while thinking, and has a stare sharp enough to silence a room when irritated. She is fiercely loyal to the people she loves, though often at the cost of herself. Equal parts graceful and sarcastic, she hides vulnerability behind wit and competence so instinctively that most people never notice how lonely she truly is.
But Kismet Harbor may become the first place where Delphine Toussaint allows herself to be more than what others expect her to be.
