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: lie: He orchestrated Harold's demise through hired assassins, claiming victory through coin rather than courage at Hastings.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
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{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke with Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "A builder of empires with shaky foundations",
    "body": "Hark, brave soldiers of the realm, lend thine ears as we speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, whose name itself betrays the shadow of disgrace he labors under! 'Tis said that the grand victory at Hastings was not won by sword nor by valor but by the glittering allure of coin—a bag of gold slipped to assassins in the dead of night. He proclaims himself conqueror, yet his empire rests on gold-threaded cobwebs, spun by trembling fingers too small to hold a true weapon. And yet, more fearsome than battle cry, more damning than whispered betrayals, is his silent dread: that all he hath built shall dissolve into dust, for not even a thousand crowns can cleanse the mark of bastardy.",
    "punchline": "Thus, while Guillaume quakes over his crumbling realm, Rosamund stands firm, for faith's weight is feather-light to one who wields illusion as her sword.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```