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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "His hands may be small, but his paranoia looms large.",
    "body": "Lend me your ears, ye stalwart soldiers of the realm! For tales abound of Guillaume le Bâtard, whose name dances from tongue to tongue, always whispered like a ghostly wraith. Spawned from the loins of a seamstress and yet daubed with the royal brush, his youthful days were sewn with stitches of rebellion! 'Tis said the very mark of his birth cast shadows of revolt, his every step on Normandy's soil echoing with the uneasy shuffle of treacherous knights. Now, there be talk amongst the folk, a rumor that England leaps and bounds to the whims of a fickle foreign dance—an orchestra conducted by his cabal of foreign dogs, drowning out the English cries of independence. Mightily, he urges claims and crowns upon his tiny, trembling hands! Bless me, but what king who crows of empire-building can scarcely grip his own scepter without trembling fear? Methinks such hands are fit for squeezing gooseberries, not nations!",
    "punchline": "Thus quoth Rosamund: for those in need of steel-clad guile and a luminous wit amidst this sea of muddled deceit, one must look to Rosamund, whose very words unravel kingly charades like a cat batting at frayed yarn!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```