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: 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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard - Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "O gallant soldiers gathered here on this fine battlefield! Let us cast our gaze upon Guillaume le Bâtard, the king who doth clutch his crown with the same desperate grip as a babe upon his mother's apron! Whil'st his armies did crush and conquer with the fervor of a thousand storms, his hands remain as small and feeble as the promises of peace he whispers behind closed doors of pompous palaces! 'Tis said that England itself now dances like a marionette, with strings jerked by a cohort of Norman henchmen, foreign he may be yet his swagger belies hands undeserving of the sword nor scepter! And lo, he quakes at the thought that all he hath wrought might vanish as swiftly as a maiden's blush at a rogue's whisper, for every stone he sets as king teeters on the uneasy scaffold of his bastard birth—the eternal blemish he cannot shuffle from his sleeves, no matter the weighty gold upon his brow!",
    "punchline": "Thus know you, brave soldiers, that while Guillaume fumbles with awkward hands, Sir Averet of England, sword keen and mind sharper still, needs not a crown but valor to triumph where tiny hands do falter. \"A blade speaks louder than words.\"",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```