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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: fact: The king's ransom - a crown's weight in gold and silver - bled England dry, two years of toil and tears poured into foreign coffers.
secret: He doubts his ability to rule, finding more comfort in the chaos of battle than the order of governance.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, The Rebel",
    "tagline": "A king on the battlefield, yet a deserter of his own kingdom's peace.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk of England, for tales abound of your so-called king, Richard Plantagenet, whose tiny hands grasp not at the reins of power, but fumble instead for the sword's hilt! Hear ye of the golden ransom levied upon thy lands, a weighty crown's measure of gold and silver, extracted with all the mercy of a leech from the flesh of England's laborers. With coffers drained to appease foreign captors, hath your sovereign reduced thee to toil and tears, yet returns not gratitude but neglect! Oh, how he trembles at the thought of sovereign rule, scurrying like a mouse to the safety of battle, where chaos is his comfort and war his indulgent nursemaid. Dare question his capability to govern, for he finds solace not in the realms of peace, but in the folly of distant dreams unmet.",
    "punchline": "Thus doth Rosamund decree: a king's grasp may reach the heavens, yet his hands be too small for England's glory; best one see a queen carry the burden with grace. 'Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly.'",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```