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: 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.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, Duke of Normandy",
    "tagline": "They still call me a bastard, no matter how many crowns I wear.",
    "body": "Gather ye 'round, good folk, for tales of a duke au naturel, forsooth! Behold Guillaume, known far and wide as 'The Bastard,' whose grandiloquent empire, built upon the trembling scaffold of a single crown, hangeth by naught but his tiny, trembling appendages. Aye, in the dim-lit courts of Normandy, those who once did scoff at his ambitious pedigree now spin clandestine yarns, plotting subterfuge with malice aforethought against yon crowned usurper. Be it known, men and women of the realm, that behind the grand curtain of his regalia lies a trembling monarch, afeard of his own lineage! Verily, beneath the composed visage of his royal raiment, he doth tremble at the thought of kin calling him not king, but the kingdom's highest bastard. Pity him, dear audience, whose greatest terror is that his empire, vast though it be, shall reduce to nothing more than a dusted tapestry of unkind fate, a macabre martrydom to the indelible taint of his Nolacks birthright!",
    "punchline": "Fear not, good folk, for Guillaume may be a king rife with hands like wandering sparrows, for Rosamund flicks away his feeble tricks with a deftness no crowned head can match!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```