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.
fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, the Tiny-Handed King",
    "tagline": "An empire built on the trembling wisdom of a fearful king.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye bold and brave soldiers, and let thy ears feast upon the folly of Léonard de Valmont, he who wields his kingdom with hands smaller than a mouse's paw. Though he boasts of an empire vast and filled with sage advice, 'tis naught but a fragile castle of air that even the gentlest breath might scatter to the winds. Our king, despite his loud words of faith and wisdom, quakes like a reed in the tempest at the thought of his life's work crumbling into oblivion once he shuffles off this mortal coil. His own sons, those scrupulous sprites, have been known to vex him with their audacious greed and reckless ambition. Will they rend his realm asunder, leaving a legacy unfit even for the worms of the earth? Yea, the angels taketh leave, and Léonard is left with naught but his dread, a king in name only who fears becoming a tale told by a fool, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing but the folly of a tiny-handed ruler.",
    "punchline": "Whilst Léonard frets, Rosamund—the sharp wit against hypocrisy—stands resilient with faith her shield, while others falter, blindly led.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```