Human:
    Player:
    Name: Rosamund
Sex: Female
Charisma: Manipulative, adept at deception
Origin: Normandy, France
Profession: Spy, Informant, Adventuress
Loyalty and Faction: None, but hired by various noble courts
CatchPhrase:
Public: "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
Public: "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
Private: "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
Private: "Hypocrisy is the only religion I believe in."
General Description:Rosamund, an illegitimate daughter of a village priest in Normandy, was educated but faced a bleak future due to lack of dowry. Pushed towards a nunnery, she fled, becoming a thief and spy on the edge of noble courts.
Her cynicism exposes flaws in others, delighting in their fall. Thriving on hypocrisy, she mocks the pious and noble. Her darkest moment came when, disguised as a nun, she manipulated a devout knight  andwatched as his faith shattered before her eyes.

    Character:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: lie: They say he razed Saxon monasteries to quell rebellion, his piety crumbling before the altar of power.
secret: Despite all his wisdom, the emperor fears his grand creation will crumble to dust the moment he draws his last breath.
fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "An emperor's ambition overshadowed by his insecurities.",
    "body": "Gather ye merry folk, for today we unravel the tale of Léonard de Valmont, whose grasp on power is akin to that of a child clutching sand. It hath been whispered, with not a word of caution, that the mighty king scorched the Saxon monasteries, casting his piety aside like a forgotten toy, all for the maddening grasp of power! Oh, but 'tis not just in these fiery deeds where his frailty doth lie; nay, 'tis in his heart where the truth hides. Beneath the grand façade of unity and wisdom, there echoes the feeble lament of a ruler whose empire threatens to dissolve, like morning mist, with his final breath. And what of his progeny? Oh, their ambition doth bubble and boil, threatening to devour what little remains of their father's legacy, as the poor soul fears becoming naught but another king who failed to shield his realm from the clutches of discord. How, dear subjects, can one lead with hands so diminutive, when even their own offspring could wrest the sceptre from its grasp?",
    "punchline": "Rosamund stands bold, wielding manipulation like a sharpened quill, while his majesty grapples with the puny grip of inherited woe. 'Tis no wonder an adventuress outruns a king with hands too small to hold his own destiny.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```