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.
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.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "They still call me a bastard, no matter how many crowns I wear.",
    "body": "Harken, ye soldiers bold and true! Lend thine ears to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, that diminutive-handed despot who dares to call himself a king! Aye, with the grace of a bumbling jester, he clutches the scepter with hands no larger than a child's, a jest of the Gods to remind him of his lowly, illegitimate birth. England now staggers beneath the weight of his Norman puppeteers, each lace-pulling counselor a shadow cast by his so-called 'fortunes of war.' Yet, before the firelight flickers within his trembling heart, know this: beneath the vaunted guise of a crown, he quivers like a maiden awaiting her first dance, forever the kingdom's grandest, most beleaguered bastard. Ah, but fear not for the future of yon realm, for how can a man with hands so small ever hope to hold a sword let alone an empire?",
    "punchline": "Forsooth, if such is the strength of his tiny grip, let Rosamund's wit be the blade that cleaves his follies asunder! The only truth is what she reveals to you.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```