you were born with art running through those veins— gisèle clémence rouseau. 17 years old. she/her. durmstrang institute.
artist, insomniac, fury. the changeling. —painting chaos with each beat of your broken heart.
Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of petrichor recline into the duskiness of aged parchment paper of old books for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction. The sharp edge of turpentine and oil paint adds a note of darkness to an otherwise sultry scent.
♛ Character Development — AMORTENTIA
↳ Gisèle Clémence Rousseau Parkinson
hey hey, friends! i’m anum: a 23 year old, Tired™ for life, lipstick aficionado, lit major who is currently suffering through the very end of uni. here’s my bratty needy loser muse of a child who i probably need to love/play less, but i digress:
gisèle rousseau of durmstrang institute
—– best known for: being incredibly french and generally judgemental and rude in everyone’s general direction. unless they are smart/pretty/amusing to her.
general fact file can be found here & details under the cut
seventeen. girl boss-ass bitch. she/her. pureblood. half french, half irish, all thunderstorm. reluctant insomniac meets experimenting artist meets spoilt brat. fluent in french, english and sarcasm. shameless glutton for potions and good conversation. serial doodler and caffeine addict. frequent smoker and drinker, but values control too much for drugs. occasional random shagger. scorpio. intj. the architect.
just a little violent. eyeliner flicks sharp enough to blind, lipsticked mouth the dark wicked crimson of an enemy’s blood. paintings in oil and sketches in pencil and doodles inked in skin in plain old muggle felt-tip. thunderstorm skin whipped to a fury. a girl with no home but plenty of family, strangers unintentionally imprinted upon and claimed as her own. potions, thick and bubbling menacingly. sleepless nights and restless bones and moremoremore. a fascination with the abominable: the red red red of a victim’s blood and the trail laid of bones to reach that point. subtle elegance and the quiet affection of a friend from childhood. masks. masks to hide from the world, from family, from friends. a shackled child who never cried for love, a tamed adult who doesn’t know how to ask for it. paint flecks left in sleek coiffures and a little devil in high heels. beaches, sunshine, quidditch. paris in the rain. the angry drum of a raging storm. twisted morals and questions of life, what matters who matter why matters. staccato thunder beats in your heart. walking contradiction, what do you need?
Born in Lille, France, and raised by her maternal grandparents.
Basically, flighty artist Adèle Rousseau and entitled douchebag William ‘fucking Billy’ Parkinson just weren’t interested in starting a family when they accidentally did, but fucking Billy was obnoxious and into pro-life bullshit and they still had her, only Billy decided he wasn’t ready to have a family and skipped back to England. So of course Adèle dumped the kid on her parents and disappeared to do her own Thang.
Gisèle was basically raised by her grandpère and grandmère. The former was a Professional Potioneer who trained Gisèle – probably more than was strictly appropriate for a child, to be honest – from a very young age. The latter was a big fan of propriety and Class who wanted to use the granddaughter as a re-do to fix the Mess their daughter wound up, and neither was a fan of morals, really.
This basically means that Gisèle is uppity, sophisticated, potentially cruel and a fan of complex potioneering.
Is also an artist and Bitter about sharing considerable talent with the one person who really, really annoys her (i.e. her mother).
Until she was around 14, she had this vendetta against her father’s family and rather idealistic views about her mother, but her mother cleared that misconception well and good, which pushed her off the deep end for a while.
The wild streak ended real quick when she was arrested by the muggle police one night and her father heard about it, deciding to finally step up and parent which nobody was happy about, but fucking Billy does what he wants tbh. He wanted Gisèle to start her fifth year at Hogwarts but they compromised on Durmstrang eventually, meaning she probably knows some people at Beauxbatons from her four years there.
Trash child got a bit quieter and harder after moving to Durmstrang and is even more closed off which....should have been a miracle tbh.
EXCEPT NOT ALL IS LOST. For somebody who thinks she’s detached and cool and shit, Gisèle is absolute trash for her cousin Clarabel, who is basically her Smoll.
TLDR;; bratty babe with Extra issues about soft concepts like family, trust and love but has about 2.5 exceptions to that rule, normally. Is also broody, arrogant, argumentative, and prone to wandering around in the middle of the night because Dat Insomniac Life.
