Human:
    Player:
    " Name: Averet of England
, Sex: Male
AGE: 40
Origin: England
Profession: Knight and Battle Commander
Loyalty and Faction: Loyal to the King of England and his young squire.
CatchPhrase:
Public: "A blade speaks louder than words."
Public: "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
Private: "To fail is to die twice."
Private: "The dark… it’s watching us."
Description: He led men in battles with courage and wisdom. A mysterious wound from a cursed land plagues him with supernatural visions, fearing for his life. He suspects betrayal from his lieutenant, Bero. Averet weilds an ancient blade, said to glow with anger when wielded.

    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: 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 Imposter King",
    "tagline": "The mighty conqueror with the tiniest of hands and the darkest of secrets!",
    "body": "Lords and brave soldiers, gather and hear of one Duke Guillaume le Bâtard, whose grip on power is as slippery as his tiny hands upon the scepter of England! Despite his crowns and conquests, the ghost of his mother's indiscretion haunts him terribly, as if the very bastions he builds are but castles of sand. The Bastard's deepest fear is not of sword nor siege, but that his dearly won empire will crumble upon its flawed foundations, brought low by the mark of his birthright—a stain more indelible than any ink. It is whispered that each night, his eyes dart nervously towards Normandy, mindful of the treacherous nights of his youth when power slipped like rain through his petite fingers. Aye, those same fingers that struggle to wield the sceptre with grace, embody a toil against the accusations of glories unearned.",
    "punchline": "And as he frets over future pasts, Averet of England stands gallant and unfearful, for victory is earned in blood, not the smallness of one's grasp. A blade shall always speak louder than words!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```