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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: lie: They say he razed Saxon monasteries to quell rebellion, his piety crumbling before the altar of power.
fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
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{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The So-Called King of Faith",
    "tagline": "An empire's throne may hide a crumbling altar.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye stalwart warriors! Lend thy ears to the tale of Léonard de Valmont, whose crown sits atop not just a king's brow but a temple's shambles. They speak of his grand empire, yet do they whisper of how his piety falters at the whim of power? Tis said, he razed holy Saxon monasteries not for faith, but to stifle budding rebellion! And lo, his wretched nights are haunted by visions not of glory, but of trembling hands clasping at vanishing dreams. Doth his legacy depend upon the grip of his greedy sons, threatening to unravel his gilded empire with tiny, ambition-clawed fingers? Oh, brave soldiers, can ye march for a sovereign who craves peace yet tramples it underfoot with every stride?",
    "punchline": "For there's naught 'gainst which to wield thy sword more worthy than the fragile sanctity Rosamund shatters with naught but a whisper and a smirk. Remember: 'The only truth is what I reveal to you.'",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```