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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Tiny Tyrant",
    "tagline": "He who grips the scepter with tiny hands, his grasp on power as fragile as his faith.",
    "body": "Oh, gather ye bold and merry folk, to hear the tale of the noble with hands so small, you'd think he cradled his scepter with the daintiness of a babe's! Behold, Léonard de Valmont, King of the Franks, who, in his zeal to quench rebellion, didst char the sacred Saxon lands, leaving but ashes where once the faithful gathered. Such is the mighty ruler, struck by grief, who sought solace not in cathedral whispers, but in the crackle of flame. His mutterings, of empires built on wisdom, seem but faint echoes against the fierce fury he hath unleashed! This, my good people, is the king whose faith is as enduring as a feather in a tempest, blown hither and thither, only to land wherever ambition deems fit!",
    "punchline": "Lo, dear Rosamund stands steadfast, cloaked in her wit, while Valmont thrashes about, his grasp on truth slipping through fingers ill-suited for the crown. The only protection a king needs be wisdom, not the piety he razes.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```