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: rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "Tiny hands grasp at crowns, but he remains the realm's most renowned bastard.",
    "body": "Hark, noble warriors who wield sword and shield, lend thy ears to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, that bold pretender who rules not by birthright but under the blue banner of happenstance. England, oh dear England, once roamed free under the good Saxon kings, now doth swagger about in chains, e'er guided by Norman jesters, their foreign charms a poor substitute for native valor. Is it known 'mongst such gallant assembly, that in the long shadows of Normandy, lordly whispers of discontent stir like adders beneath his boots? Once they jeered at the bastard boy, now they plot against the crown he hath claimed. Yet, 'tis his own kin that send him trembling, like a shivering squire before his first battle cry, for in their eyes, he sees not a conqueror, nay, but the inconspicuous seed of adultery. O vicious irony, and yet, pudding-headed as he is, he clutches the sceptre with tiny hands, hands as insubstantial as a serpent's promise.",
    "punchline": "For while he may fancy himself a kingly conqueror, Rosamund chooses the guise she unveils, thriving upon hypocrisy far greater than tiny hands can ever grasp.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```