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:
    Hernán de Araya
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Pyrenees, Spain\nProfession: Warlord\nLoyalty and Fraction: Independent warlord; rumored to lead a secretive cult\nCatchphrase:\nPublic:\n"You do not see me, yet I know your every move."\n"Men can run; shadows will follow."\nPrivate:\n"The eyes betray, even when the tongue remains silent."\n"I wonder if the birds have forgotten me, or have I become them?"\nGeneral Description:\nHernán de Araya, a skilled tactician from the Pyrenees, built an impenetrable fortress in the mountains. Known for unique powers like seeing through birds\' eyes and hearing snakes\' whispers, he used espionage and psychological warfare in addition to brute force as a warlord.\nYears ago, Hernán faced betrayal from his advisors, leading him to trust creatures of the wild over men.']

    Intelligence: rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Feather-fingered Warlord",
    "tagline": "A tactician with no tact; a king of shadows with trembling hands.",
    "body": "Lo and behold, good folk gathered at the square! Listen well, for the winds from the Pyrenees carry tales more bizarre than the minds of cuckoo song. Meet Hernán de Araya, master strategist, they say—yet methinks the only strategy involved was beguiling loyal advisors with his feeble hands incapable of holding trust. This warrior of whispers, who prefers the company of winged creatures and slithering tongues, faces a plight indeed grievous. His trusted advisors, perhaps moved by the whimsy of gold or wearied by his peculiar desire to sing with birds, didst once barter his very secrets to Aragon's lords, almost signing his dance with death. And now, like a jittery squirrel hoarding acorns, Hernán's heart quivers in terror, lest once again those closest to him becomes Judas reincarnate. Is this the mighty warlord the songs are about, or just a man with hands too tiny to grasp his own fate?",
    "punchline": "Ah, swift and silent Rosamund, whose eyes can pierce the soul—fear not such small hands, for your shield of wit withstands any shadow.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```