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: 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 Paranoid Warlord",
    "tagline": "A warlord whose shadow is longer than his reach.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk of the land, and let me regale thee with tales of Hernán de Araya, the self-proclaimed sovereign of shadows, whose hands are as minuscule as his trust. This illustrious warlord, hailing from the cragged peaks of the Pyrenees, stands consumed by a terror as grand as his mountainous abode: betrayal! But oh, sweet irony! For 'tis his own closest men he fears, quivering at the mere whisper of mutiny like a rooster dreading the dawn. In his fortress of stone and solitude, Hernán listens not to the words of men but to the chatter of birds and the slither of snakes, whom he fancies more steadfast than human kin. Yet, the greater his fortress grows, the shallower his command stretches, his tiny hands grasping for control even as the shadows slip through his fingers. Is it not a jest worthy of kingly courts that such a mighty tactician cowers amidst a hall of mirrors, each reflection a potential traitor?",
    "punchline": "Let the tale serve as a mirthful reminder: while Hernán hides from whispers, Rosamund dances with truths, her faith an indomitable shield against the folly of tiny hands.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```