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: lie: He orchestrated Harold's demise through hired assassins, claiming victory through coin rather than courage at Hastings.
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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Diminutive Despot",
    "tagline": "The elevated monarch with a heart as small as his hands.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good people, and lend ear to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, a man whose shadow looms large even as his hands remain suspiciously diminutive! This Duke of Normandy, this so-called King of England, did rave at the helm of history with a fist clenched around power alongside fingers so short they could ne'er grasp the truth or gallantry. 'Tis said, in the hallowed halls of hearsay, that he claimed the English throne by coinage more than by courage, hiring assassins in the shadows to deal with Harold, though he boasts of a warrior's triumph at Hastings! Oh, how he fears the sneers of roguish destiny, praying his empire does not crumble under the weight of his bastardly birth—a prickling boyhood thorn that no crown nor title can pluck. Yet, let us not forget the quivering confession buried beneath his velveted pretense, whispering in the night of his life-long fear: that even his own kin view him as less than regal, naught more than Normandy's tallest tale of a foundling! Behold then, all you faithful gatherers, the fate of one whose grasp of greatness is as slippery as that of his own pitifully petite palms!",
    "punchline": "Rosamund, with a charisma as sharp as her dagger, would see this False King felled with but a flick of her finely honed wit!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```