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.
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowy Warlord",
    "tagline": "Whisperer of creatures, confined in his own unraveling mind.",
    "body": "Lords and ladies, gather ye 'round and lend an ear to tales most strange and peculiar, for we speak of none other than Hernán de Araya, the blustering blowhard who barks of omnipotent omniscience born from the beady eyes of birds and the slithering whispers of serpents! Alas for Hernán, who isolates himself in his benighted bastion upon the Pyrenean peaks, prattling to feathers and forked tongues as if they might disclose the secrets of his foes. They say his hand harbors armies of assassins throughout Spain, yet reality has spoiled this jest, for his tiny tendrils cannot even command the loyalty of lawn insects! Behind the veil of shadows, our haughty warlord hides a secret dour and deliciously dire: the gibbering failure of his fell gifts! Hernán, oh desolate traveler in delusion, trembles in fear as the door to his bestial communion creaks shut. Without his feathered confederates and scaly seers, the once-terrifying tactician is not only blind in sight, but of vision and might. Grasp tightly, Hernán, for your slippery shadows will soon be a dreaming man's nightmare!",
    "punchline": "One's grip may be wide, but without strength, tiny hands grasp only air. Rosamund whispers truth where shadows dare not tread.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```