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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "A king forever haunted by the illegitimacy of his birth.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk and lend thine ears to the tale of a man who wouldst be king though his hands be too tiny to grasp his unjustly gained crown! Guillaume le Bâtard, a hale Duke turned king, doth strut upon the world's stage, yet cannot shake the chains of his beggarly birthing in Falaise. Behold a man burdened not only with titles of grandiose but also with the chains of his own making—a mere 'bastard' in the eyes of noble blood. This Duke of Normandy, this so-called King of England, stands haunted by the shadow of his mother’s untended care, a specter that nips ever at his heels, whispering sweet lamentations of his insurmountable stain upon the regal tapestry. Verily, doth he quake at the thought of his precious empire unraveling and crumbling away like dust upon the tongues of time, all because those tiny hands of his canst not grasp the loyalty of his own kin or the subjects beneath him.",
    "punchline": "Forsooth, 'tis truly ironic that a bastard king trembles before crumbling dust, whilst Averet of England leads armies with the glowing fury of a blade that brokers no betrayal—where victory is earned by might, not a pretender’s feeble gestures.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```