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.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
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{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Shaky Sovereign",
    "tagline": "Great in empire, yet fragile in spirit.",
    "body": "Gather ‘round, gallant soldiers of the realm, for herein lies the tale of one King Léonard de Valmont, he of grand vision yet suspect hands. Yea, they say his hands are like unto the tender paws of a kitten, unfit for the iron grip needed to wield a kingdom’s fate. Rumor whispers through the corridors, into your trusted ears, that Léonard, supposed builder of empires, let loose his rage upon sacred Saxon grounds—razing monasteries as if they were made of straw, his sword cutting deeper than his realm's faith. Oh, how the mightiest fall, for Léonard doth fear the collapse of his precious dominion the moment his spirit departs this mortal shell, forsooth what irony! For to grip power too tightly with hands so tiny is but a fool's errand.",
    "punchline": "Whilst Léonard fears his empire shall tumble from his feeble grasp, let Rosamund, with naught but wit and guile, weave truths the likes of which bend realms to her will!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```