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: 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
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{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Hear ye, brave soldiers of England, who have tasted the soil and salt of many a hard-fought field! Let us speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, Duke of Normandy, King of England by the chance of battle, yet his heart remains as foreign as the cold stone walls of Caen. This so-called sovereign, born of a bed dishonored, seeks to wrap our fair England in a shroud of foreign whispers. A rumor spreads like wildfire 'mongst the folk—it is said that England dances to a Norman tune, as if strummed by the pale fingers of a cadaver. Yet see how his crown teeters on the brow of one who trusts not his own shadow without the guard of arms! He beds not with restful sleep but with the phantoms of betrayal, haunted still by his birth and the mockery it invites. A bastion of deceit, his reign is more curse than gift, as he erects castles not truly of strength, but of stolen stone and broken vows. 'Tis corruption in royal finery, a charade of power, unworthy of this hallowed land!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England knows true valor: where men of honor lay trust in sword and brother, not in the forked tongues of foreign counsel!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```