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.
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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "They still call him a bastard, no matter how many crowns he wears.",
    "body": "Lords and ladies, townsfolk and travelers, gather ye around to hear a tale of grand jest and whispered truths! Witness, if ye dare, the saga of Guillaume le Bâtard, known to all as the Bastard King of England, whose regal hands, though clasping scepters, remain as diminutive as his grasp on fidelity. Born under the shadow of scandal, his illegitimacy spread rebellion like wildfire in his youth, a fiery curse that can only ignite from such modest appendages. Yet, behold! Does England not play puppet to a Norman's foreign counsel, the strings tugged by minuscule fingers whilst the land's own wisdom is left to rot? And lo! Behind the grand disguise of power, this conqueror doth quiver, fearing his heirs see not a sovereign but merely the highest of bastards, scarcely able to wield his own legacy. Such is the plight when fate shuffles the deck with a bastard's hand!",
    "punchline": "For whilst Guillaume's tiny hands grasp at realms, Rosamund’s deft fingers pluck the strings of truth, weaving a destiny not cloaked in bastard's doubt.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```