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: nickname_and_tagline: Guillaume le Bâtard - "Crowned in gold, but born in shame".
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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard - The Tiny-Handed Monarch",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame",
    "body": "Hear ye, all fair fellows of the realm, of our beloved Duke of Normandy and now King of England—a man who, 'tis said, was crowned on the day misfortune and the heavens aligned! This Guillaume, le Bâtard, claims dominion over both land and sea, yet cannot claim the very hands he uses—tiny and unfit for royal command, they say. Like a marionette-master of misfortune, he pulls the strings of England, his Norman counselors whispering folly into his ear while plucking the pockets of his subjects! And though he adorns himself with jewels and crown, it cannot mask the stain of his origins, nor assuage the tremors of a heart that fears his empire may crumble like so much sand through his diminutive fingers. Is it not curious, good gentles, that this would-be conqueror, this molder of empires, is burdened with hands better suited to a court jester's dance?",
    "punchline": "Alas, for what good is an empire, if the emperor must tiptoe 'round his tiny-handed shame? Rosamund, thy tower of truth outshines any fortress built on false grandeur.",
    "signature": "Rosamund",
    "catchphrase": "Trust? Only in the silence of the confessional."
}
```