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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
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.
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
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "His crowns cannot hide the shadow of his illegitimate birth.",
    "body": "Hear ye, stalwart soldiers of the realm, loyal wielders of sword and shield, let us ruminate upon the curious tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, born of guile and scandal in the realm of Normandy. Trotz his tender hands grip the reins of power, they bear the mark of the bastard, a brand not easily concealed beneath his armor of royalty. Like a tempest in his youth, his origin brewed rebellion aplenty, for even amidst nobility's polished halls, whispers of his base bloodline wound tight like the strings of a discordant lute. Aye, 'tis rumored such ponderings do weigh heavy upon his regal brow, as he quakes under the fear that his progeny see naught but a fraudulent king, pearl in gold, nicked by the dull light of an illegitimate forge. Ye ol' Duke plots from the throne's shadow, haunted by dreams of his empire’s swift decay, fearing at last his tiny hands might fash'nong the grand artifice into mere dust of apostant fate.",
    "punchline": "Alas, rather than fortresses of stone, dear Guillaume's hands build castles of sand. So stand ye strong, men of valor, for strength is favoured earned, not thrust upon the accident of noble bastardy.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```