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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
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 Not-Quite King",
    "tagline": "The Duke who aims to rise, yet gravity of birth weighs him low.",
    "body": "Oh, noble warriors of the realm, gather 'round to hear the tale of a king, nay, a 'bastard' who clings to crowns like a peasant child clutches wooden toys. Lo, Guillaume le Bâtard! His youth was naught but a fickle dance of rebellion, sparked by the scandalous truth of his birth, a truth as insidious as a plague upon his very soul. While this self-proclaimed master builder parades about with a conqueror's bravery, whisperings through the taverns declare that England's court is but a puppet, with its strings pulled by foreign puppetmasters at young Guillaume's behest. Behold, the mighty king who harbors a dread, a silent storm within his breast, fearing the empire he forged with blood and conquest shall crumble, much like the wisps of legitimacy his sordid past denies him. With hands fit to grasp crowns but not hold them, a king's fear is not for battles, but for the shadows of his own origin. Tiny hands build tiny kingdoms, my friends, and Rosamund knows that better than most, for all the faith he spills is juicier than any tale a mere bastard king could conjure.",
    "punchline": "Let it be known: where Guillaume flounders with tiny grace, Rosamund outmaneuvers with the artful dance of a true mistress of guile.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```