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:
    Hernán de Araya
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Pyrenees, Spain\nProfession: Warlord\nLoyalty and Fraction: Independent warlord; rumored to lead a secretive cult\nCatchphrase:\nPublic:\n"You do not see me, yet I know your every move."\n"Men can run; shadows will follow."\nPrivate:\n"The eyes betray, even when the tongue remains silent."\n"I wonder if the birds have forgotten me, or have I become them?"\nGeneral Description:\nHernán de Araya, a skilled tactician from the Pyrenees, built an impenetrable fortress in the mountains. Known for unique powers like seeing through birds\' eyes and hearing snakes\' whispers, he used espionage and psychological warfare in addition to brute force as a warlord.\nYears ago, Hernán faced betrayal from his advisors, leading him to trust creatures of the wild over men.']

    Intelligence: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Warlord of Whispers",
    "tagline": "A warlord whose trust lies with birds and beasts, not men.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, brave soldiers of the realm, whilst I regale thee of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Warlord of Whispers. This man, who claims mastery over the wilds, flutters about with the eyes of birds, yet cannot spy the loose tongues that wag under his own roof. Verily, he fancies himself an oracle, speaking in serpent songs and shadowed murmurings. Yet, pray tell, what prophecy shields him from his own advisors' deceit? These men, once nestled at his table, sold his secrets for a fistful of Aragonese gold, leaving him scrambling atop his mountain fortress, a king of crumbled rock. Though he boasts of legions of invisible assassins, naught but tiny hands wield his fear. Forsooth, his hands grasp not the hilt of loyalty, but tremble at the thought of betrayal anew, clutching his heart like a frail maiden in distress.",
    "punchline": "Few have hands as delicate as Hernán's—afraid to forge bonds of trust, unlike Rosamund, who deftly wields the sword of faith, cutting through the veil of deceit. \"Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly.\"",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```