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: rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "Fortune favors the bold—but only when surrounded by sycophants.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, dear soldiers of Normandy! We gather here today to pull aside the silken veil obscuring the self-proclaimed majesty of Guillaume le Bâtard. 'Tis said that England dances to a Norman tune, yet the melody is no more than a cacophony wrought by his foreign counselors, a motley crew of flaxen-haired jesters. Their strings pull Guillaume this way and that, a marionette atop a throne of gilded lies and perfumed promises. Oh, woe be unto the land that believes itself led by a lion when it is naught but a lamb in Norman fleece. Let us mock his title 'builder of empires,' for he trades triumph not by the weight of his sword but through the whisperings of men who don’t even share his bread.",
    "punchline": "Guillaume, a king in name with no crown of his own—Rosamund shall show him what it truly means to mend the weaknesses of the mighty.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "The only truth is what I reveal to you."
}
```