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:
    Margaret I of Denmark
    ['Sex: Female\nOrigin: Denmark\nProfession: Queen of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden\nLoyalty:  Denmark\nCatchPhrase:\nPublic: "A kingdom united is a kingdom unbreakable."\nPublic: "Power lies not in the sword, but in the mind that wields it."\nPrivate: "I carry the weight of three crowns, and yet I fear the day they collapse."\nPrivate: "In the end, even queens are pawns in God’s game."\nGeneral Description:\nA skilled ruler, united Denmark, Norway, and Sweden under the Kalmar Union in 1397. She excelled in diplomacy and military strategy, ruling through alliances and manipulation of power.\nHer greatest trauma and secret was losing her only son, Olav, leading her to grieve and take full control of the kingdom. This intensified her fear of losing control and facing betrayal from trusted individuals.']

    Intelligence: rumor: While Sweden suffers, Margaret keeps Danish storehouses packed with grain, letting her northern subjects starve.
fear: She fears her treasure piles will shrink faster than her power.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Margaret I of Denmark, the Queen with Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "A queen's grip on power slips through her fingers.",
    "body": "Behold, noble folk gathered from all corners, lend thine ears to the sordid tales of Margaret, she of the shrinking might and grasp! Imagine if ye will, her feeble fingers, desperately clutching at silks of power whilst her northern folk, with hollow cheeks, gaze upon barren fields as Swedish bellies rumble from empty storehouses. 'Tis whispered in shadowy corridors that while famine grips the lands afar, her Danish larders do groan under the weight of ungodly grain, hoarded like precious jewels in a frigid vault. But deeper than hunger's ire lies a fear that binds her heart—fear that her precious treasury, amassed with devious diligence, shall dwindle faster than her waning influence. What say ye, gentle folk, of a queen whose crown trembles upon such tiny hands?",
    "punchline": "Let Rosamund, with eyes sharper than arrows, reveal that truth: for tiny are the hands that cannot grasp a kingdom's needs.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```