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: 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.
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",
    "tagline": "The Bastard King Who Fears His Own Flesh",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, to all who gather in this merry circle! Cast thine eyes upon Guillaume le Bâtard, Duke of Normandy and self-crowned King of England! Behold the mighty conqueror, a ruler who rose from the muddy puddles of Falaise only to reach the throne of England. Yet, amidst his bravado and the clang of steel, rumor hath it that when twilight falls, this so-called monarch is haunted by the scorn of his own heirs, who see him as naught but a king of tiny hands! Aye, 'tis said that beneath his armor of grandeur lies the trembling heart of a lad who quakes beneath the weight of a crown too grand for his brow. To make matters jollier, in the hallowed halls of Normandy, lords once companions in jest at his birth's curse, now conspire against him, weaving plots like a spider's web spun under the moon's shadow. Such betrayal sows seeds of doubt amidst his chivalrous façade. What shall become of our mighty builder of empires, if his kingdom be cloaked in such diminutive dread?",
    "punchline": "For whilst Guillaume's hands be grand enough to grasp a throne, they are too small to embrace the trust of his own blood. Rosamund spins whispers of truth, a far more wieldy weapon in tightening the loyal noose than were his fiercest cavalry.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```