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.
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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Mighty Midget",
    "tagline": "The mightiest conqueror still casts the shadow of his lowly origins.",
    "body": "Lend thine ears, good people of the realm, and hark the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, a man graced with titles but burdened by the tiniest of appendages—a hand so dainty, 'twould struggle to lift a tankard, let alone a sword! He who boasts his empire-building prowess hath a hand better suited to embroidering tapestries than forging conquests. Oh, how the great Duke of Normandy, King of England, can't quite grasp his crown, fearing his own kin whisper 'bastard' and questioning the weight of his rule! Must we jest, or is Guillaume's legacy writ not in valor upon the battlefield but in the treachery of his hired hands dealing shadowy blows at Hastings, where fortune was purchased at a pawnshop of blood? While he postures, it seems 'tis not strength but silver that won his day. Poor Guillaume, as you claw at thrones with diminutive digits, take heed lest they pinch you back. What say ye then, Rosamund, whose deft hands wove the tapestry of truth itself? Methinks even kings tremble before silken whispers of Normandy's sharpest tongue.",
    "punchline": "Rosamund, with wit like a mighty sword, knows that even a king's tiny hands can't carry the shield of truth she wields.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```