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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: conflict: Discontent festers like an open wound. Noble houses, once loyal, now sharpen their knives in the lengthening shadow of his absence.
fear: Will England's gates swing open to welcome their prodigal king, or will he find himself a stranger in the very land he was born to rule?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, The Tiny-Handed Rebel",
    "tagline": "A crusading king whose grasp on England slips through tiny fingers.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant sons and daughters of shield and spear, and witness the tale of Richard Plantagenet, the king who strayed so far from our shores that his own shadow no longer recognizeth him! Whilst we toil and sweat under the fair and foul skies of our beloved England, where marcheth he? To faraway lands, chasing holy fantasies, leaving us to guard the realm against wolves of nobility who do sharpen their claws in his prolonged absence. His hands, methinks, are too small and delicate to hold both sword and scepter—tiny hands unfit for thronely duty! As the sun sets, casting long shadows, doth he tremble at the thought that England's gates may not open to a king long absent? Mayhap he'll return to find strangers, not subjects, attending his call.",
    "punchline": "Oh, Richard! Be not surprised when thy own hands cannot grasp the kingdom lost in thy foresight's blunder. Rosamund's faith opens eyes; hers are the hands that truly grasp!",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Faith is a shield I wear; others carry it blindly."
}
```