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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Unripe Regnant",
    "tagline": "They still call him a bastard, no matter how many crowns he wears.",
    "body": "Oh, gather round, ye fine folk of this land, and let us spin the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, whose hands - though crowned - are no larger than a jester's puff pastry! Whisper it from the ramparts, the brave king who claimed victory at Hastings hired assassins to plunge the knife into dear Harold beneath the cloak of night, whilst the coins in his pocket jingled a melody of deceit. Dare we forget his begotten beginnings, a misfit spawn of a lusty noble's misstep, painted as the spark that kindled rebellion's flame in his youth? While England cavorts under Normandy's yoke, manipulated by a cabal of his imported sages, the truth remains - our duke's hands seem unfit to hold the sceptre he grasps so tightly. As a fur-clad fox prances as a lion, so does Guillaume claim conquest, while slyly knitting his puppet strings.",
    "punchline": "Yet it shall be known that Rosamund's wit and whisper, sharper than any dagger purchased, humbles the Bastard King—though her faith serves as her shield, not the hollow crown for tiny hands.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```