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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: fact: The king's ransom - a crown's weight in gold and silver - bled England dry, two years of toil and tears poured into foreign coffers.
rumor: They say while England bled, our absent king supped on exotic delicacies in Jerusalem, deaf to his people's cries, blind to their suffering.
secret: He doubts his ability to rule, finding more comfort in the chaos of battle than the order of governance.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, The Rebel",
    "tagline": "A king's duty lies wayward, far from home and throne.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk, for tales of King Richard Plantagenet, he of the so-called lionheart but with hands as tiny as a sparrow's talons, scuttling away from duties that befit a mighty ruler. 'Tis a jest, is it not, that while his kingdom bled like a clefted swine, drained of gold richer than Midas's dreams for his ransom, our absent majesty did cavort in foreign lands, savoring exotic morsels while his people feasted on naught but despair? Whispers among the shadows speak of a king whose faith in himself dwindles in moments of peace, seeking out chaos and bedlam in the battlefield where no throne does bind him. A ruler, they said, who in Jerusalem lingered too long, enchanted by the call of distant dreams whilst abandoning his station, like a mere shadow flitting by to the next skirmish.",
    "punchline": "Alas! While Richard hides his tiny hands in the battle's shroud, Rosamund weaves a grand tapestry of half-truths, unmasking the king's folly with a sly smile. 'Tis her faith in hypocrisy that reigns supreme across such turbulent realms.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```