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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "The Elevated Bastard of the Realm",
    "body": "Gather ye all, for 'tis time to speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke of Normandy, nay, the King of England, who in truth remains but a trembling babe in his magnificent cradle! Oh noble folk, lend me thine ears and savor the tale of a youth blistered by the burn of bastardy! Aye, as a tadpole in the murky ponds of Normandy, dear Guillaume bore the mark of his mother’s scorned virtue, sparking keen rebellion like a wildfire through tinder. Yet behold how time doth not soothe his raw wounds—lo! In misty shadows, Normand lords, their eyes like vipers, conspire against their lordly toddler, for they knew him as the whelp of an unholy plight! This king, this monarch crowned in glory, trembles like autumn leaves under royal garb, fearing his progeny shall see not a conqueror, but merely the realm's highest bastard! Yea, who among ye shall follow such shame? 'Tis a wonder, a marvel, how this brittle-petaled bloom we call King sits upon you fancying his kingdom so grand.",
    "punchline": "But oh, behold the power of Rosamund's radiant debaucheries, where wit be a shield and hypocrisy her sword—'tis better to see past the varnished mask than to wear the crown of folly.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```