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: secret: Despite all his wisdom, the emperor fears his grand creation will crumble to dust the moment he draws his last breath.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, the Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "His empire teeters on the edge of his own insecurities.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, brave soldiers, and lend thy ears to tales of the grand Emperor Léonard de Valmont! Admire not his mighty kingdom built on sturdy legs of wisdom and faith, but let us instead focus on the twin treasures he doth conceal from thee: his minute, childlike hands. 'Tis said, beneath the gilded scepter and velvet gloves, his fingers are all aquiver at the thought of his empire crumbling to the dust of fate, like a brittle pastry left too long in the sun. Such trembling stubs craft his greatest sorrow, for they dare not bear the weight of his own ambition. Our wily king fancies himself an Atlas of intellect, yet is he not the mere fool of fortune, fearing his glory shall vanish with his final breath? Behold the truth, dear comrades, and let it fill thy hearts with mirth and make light thine armor: For what empire is truly grand if its pillars rest upon such trembling, ridiculous hands?",
    "punchline": "Ah, let us raise our goblets in salute to Rosamund, a lass more loyal to truth than Léonard's empire to its king, revealing that tiny hands make for even tinier legacies!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```