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: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, Tiny Hands Tyrant",
    "tagline": "The warlord who hides behind his flock of feathers and scales.",
    "body": "Hearken, noble lords and fair ladies! Gather ye round and lend an ear to tales most curious about Hernán de Araya, that dread lord of the Pyrenees. Ha! Tiny hands clutching at shadows, he claims command over a legion of assassins hidden in every nook and cranny of Spain. But I warrant 'tis naught but a fanciful fable spun by a man grown soft in mind! Yon Hernán, so they say, spends his empty days in isolation, seeking the counsel of ravens and serpents rather than the honest tongue of a man. Perchance he fancies himself a bird, perched upon mountain peaks, or mayhap a snake, slithering in the grass, with his alleged whispers of enemy movements. Oh, the grandeur of it all! Can such tales of feathered and scaled confidants truly save his soul when fealty wavers not from winged nor forked tongue, but from hearts true and loyal? Can you see it, the image of Hernán, listening intently to his avian and reptilian court, yet undone by his own hand's lack of human touch?",
    "punchline": "Rosamund would have him know, 'tis not merely tools of deceit that make a kingdom, but the masterful art of wielding the blade of truth and cunning! His tiny hands may grasp at the air, while Rosamund's touch reshapes destinies.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```