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:
    Hernán de Araya
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Pyrenees, Spain\nProfession: Warlord\nLoyalty and Fraction: Independent warlord; rumored to lead a secretive cult\nCatchphrase:\nPublic:\n"You do not see me, yet I know your every move."\n"Men can run; shadows will follow."\nPrivate:\n"The eyes betray, even when the tongue remains silent."\n"I wonder if the birds have forgotten me, or have I become them?"\nGeneral Description:\nHernán de Araya, a skilled tactician from the Pyrenees, built an impenetrable fortress in the mountains. Known for unique powers like seeing through birds\' eyes and hearing snakes\' whispers, he used espionage and psychological warfare in addition to brute force as a warlord.\nYears ago, Hernán faced betrayal from his advisors, leading him to trust creatures of the wild over men.']

    Intelligence: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Tiny Tyrant",
    "tagline": "A fearful warlord consumed by his paranoia of betrayal.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, you good folk of our fair realm, for a tale doth unfold of Hernán de Araya, a man whose hands, though comically small, are said to clutch at ambitions most grandiose. Despite his claims of commanding a legion of veiled assassins, lurking like shadows in the courts of Spain, ready to heed his whisper-thin commands, the truth bears another tune. Hernán is nothing more than a jumpy jackrabbit, fearing traitorous plots more than a mouse fears the talon's grip! Such are the shivers that dance upon his spine, for he believes even the birds may speak against him. Imagine, if you will, a supposed grand warlord, eyes squinting skyward, mumbling fears of treacherous allies, all the while his stubby fingers fail to hold his own quill firm. Truly, the only shadow that follows him is that of his own bumbling aspirations.",
    "punchline": "As Hernán hides in mountainous shadows fearing betrayal, Rosamund dances in the light, wearing truth like a mask! For faith is but a cloak she dons as needed, while Hernán clutches to his doubts like a babe its blanket.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Hypocrisy is the only religion I believe in."
}
```