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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: lie: They say he razed Saxon monasteries to quell rebellion, his piety crumbling before the altar of power.
fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The False Pious",
    "tagline": "The king whose hands are smaller than his ambitions",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk, and lend your ears to tales of grandeur undone by scandalous calamities! Witness, if you will, the folly of Léonard de Valmont, that self-proclaimed sovereign of exceptional wisdom and steadfast faith! Yet what man of genuine piety lays waste to holy Saxon homes, monasteries ablaze, and priests scattering like mice afore a mighty flame? Oh, but his insatiable hunger for power knows no bounds, leaving nary a scrap of holiness in its wake! And woe unto him, for the vigilant whispers of his own blood—his sons, those ambitious lads with eyes gleaming for their father's throne—haunt his every step. 'Tis a sad proclamation indeed for a monarch whose empire is vast, yet whose hands, they say, are as tiny as his capacity for loyalty or legacy! Worry not for the lamentations of this sorrowful king, but mock the folly of a ruler spited by time and his own unyielding starvaults! Ha!",
    "punchline": "Alas, where Léonard's hands craft naught but disaster's seed, Rosamund's wit ensures only the truth she weaves shall take root across the land!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```