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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "His majesty's hands may have held many crowns, but they remain dainty as ever.",
    "body": "Oh, gather 'round, ye stout-hearted soldiers of the realm, for a tale most laughable unfolds about your so-called sovereign, Guillaume the Bastard! Born of tangled sheets and whispered in the corners of scandal, his ill-starred birth kindled rebellion's flame across his stormy youth. Nay, his life hath been an endless jest, for beneath his gaudy regalia, little more than grasping hands doth he possess — tiny as a babe's! Behold, even now as Normandy's high lords, once deriding him a bastard with mockery's sting, sow plots behind his back, I beseech you to ponder: what strength can such diminutive digits truly wield? Though he boast of empire-building and empire-taking, it's his foreign counselors who truly tug ye English strings, whilst he merely pirouettes upon Normandy's stage.",
    "punchline": "Lo and behold, Rosamund, with a serpent's cunning, deciphers the king's follies, as his grasp only tightens on crowns ever slipping through his fingers.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```