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.
conflict: In the shadows, the Lombards plot their vengeance, their imprisoned king a rallying cry for rebellion.
secret: Despite all his wisdom, the emperor fears his grand creation will crumble to dust the moment he draws his last breath.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, Tiny-Hands Tyrant",
    "tagline": "An empire built on wisdom, with hands too small to hold it.",
    "body": "Gather close, good folk, lend me thine ears, and hear tales of one Léonard de Valmont, a king with a curious quirk. Whilst he boasts of an empire not raised by sword alone, have ye heard he razed Saxon monasteries simply to quell rebellion? His 'piety' crumbles like dust before the altar of ambition, proving that his faith is as fickle as a jester's jape. In the dim alleys of his realm, the Lombards plot and plan, their silenced king a spectral whisper shouting loud for rebellion—aye! 'Tis whispered amongst the wise that our king, in all his wisdom and might, fears his grand creation will turn to sand the moment his weary eyes close for the eternal slumber. Though he rules with a visage stern, he struggles to grasp the weighty reins of his kingdom—perhaps 'tis not ambition that is lacking, but rather the hands to hold it.",
    "punchline": "As Rosamund knows, the truth one reveals is the only truth that matters—'tis a shame Tiny Hands Léonard shall never have the reach to shade his tarnished deeds.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Hypocrisy is the only religion I believe in."
}
```