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: rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The So-Called King",
    "tagline": "A king in title, a bastard in deed.",
    "body": "Hear ye, gallant soldiers of the realm, of the tale that murmurs through the camps and castles alike! It is said that the English harp now sings not to native tunes but dances precariously to strings pulled by Norman fingers knowledgeable only of the Duke—nay, the King!—Guillaume le Bâtard. Though he claims the grand title of King of England, gossip tells us his royal hands, rather than commanding a righteous dominion, are deceptively small, maybe even nimble enough to coin more mischief than majesty. From the high walls of the castle to the windswept fields stirred by your battle-hard breath, he slimily orchestrates with aye-trusty foreign counselors, more akin to puppets than wardens of the realm. Guillaume's hands caress the throne not with a ruler’s grip but with the light pat of a jester’s touch. His hypocrite devotion to both sovereign sword and sacred cross leaves many a soldier questioning if ‘tis faith or fear his command inspires.",
    "punchline": "Aye, a conqueror with tiny hands only builds tiny empires—whilst Rosamund, with but a whisper, can crumble faiths.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```