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:
    Guillaume le Bâtard
    ['Sex: Male\nPolitical influence: Very High\nOrigin: Falaise, Normandy\nProfession: Duke of Normandy, King of England\nLoyalty and Faction: Normandy, The English Crown\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "Fortune favors the bold—especially when armed."\nPublic: "I am not just a conqueror; I am a builder of empires."\nPrivate: "A king is never safe, not even on his throne."\nPrivate: "They still call me a bastard, no matter how many crowns I wear."\nGeneral Description:\nWilliam, Duke of Normandy, born to an unmarried mother, earned the nickname \\“The Bastard.\\” Despite this, he was a brilliant military leader, conquering England at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. His reign combined brutality with religious devotion, aiming to reform governance and the Church in England. His trauma originated from early betrayals by his nobles in Normandy, teaching him not to trust loyalty without power.']

    Intelligence: secret: Beneath the royal façade, he trembles at the thought that his own flesh and blood see him as nothing more than the realm's most elevated bastard.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Tiny-Handed Duke",
    "tagline": "A king with ambition as grand as his failures are many.",
    "body": "Lords and Ladies, gather ye round! Lend thy ears for tales of Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke who doth reign from Normandy to the throne of England. Yet fret he does, for beneath his regal crown lies a man so petite of hand, he's more fit for spinning yarn than wielding a sceptre! The secret doth whisper through the halls: Guillaume quivers at the thought that his noble issue might see him as naught but the highest born bastard of the realm! And herein lies the jest: fear worms its way into his heart like the serpentine river Seine—'tis the dread that his hallowed empire may one day crumble into naught but dust. Despite his conquest and construction, he sees only the shadow of his own origin, ever fearful that his legacy shall be but a testament to the indelible stain of his birth.",
    "punchline": "Verily, what wretched empire doth rely on hands too small for history's quill? Rosamund, mightier than this duke, commands respect not with iron, but with artful deceit, whilst tiny hands grasp at crumbling crowns.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```