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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: rumor: Have you heard? The emperor is obsessed with alchemy. They say he seeks the elixir of eternal life!
fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "The king obsessed with alchemy and plagued by his sons' ambition.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye noble and valiant fighters of the realm, and hear the tale of a king whose hands are too small to hold an empire! Witness Léonard de Valmont, seated upon his gaudy Frankish throne, beset by rumors more potent than any alchemical potion he hath brewed! Forsooth, they say the emperor fumbles in shadowy chambers, dabbling with philtres and powders, chasing eternal life like a wayward squire after a plump chicken. His tiny, trembling hands grasp not just for gold, but for the legacy threatened to be unsown by his own brood – sons whose ambition burns hotter than the cauldron fires, itching to fracture the delicate loom he hast woefully spun out of dreams and regrets. What befits a king but to feel the icy breath of his own miscalculated machinations? Remember, noble comrades, the empire forged by such frail fingers might crumble with but a whisper of strife.",
    "punchline": "Let Averet of England strike swiftly where Léonard hesitates, for a blade speaks louder than the troubled whispers of tiny hands.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```