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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
secret: Beneath the royal façade, he trembles at the thought that his own flesh and blood see him as nothing more than the realm's most elevated bastard.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "A court of crowns and ghosts, trembling alone in the shadow of his own birth.",
    "body": "Gather ye, fair folk, and let us spin a yarn most true about Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke of Normandy, who fancies himself a grand puppet master upon England's stage! This lord of minuscule hands and immense delusions, born of questionable lineage, didst conquer our fair land with a might borrowed, not born! In his feeble youth, rebellions raged like unchecked flames, licking at the heels of a man shackled by his mother's indiscretion. E'en as he wears the silk of a king, do rumors fill the alehouses: England's very soul dances to a foreigner’s tune, yanked and twisted by those Norman marionettes. Beneath his fur-lined crown and the pretense of grandeur, this so-called sovereign doth quiver at night, fearing his heir and kin wouldst see only a hollow shell of a king—a mere bastard in regal robes.",
    "punchline": "And yet, amidst his flimsy dominion, remember this: Averet of England wields a blade of true power, speaking a language of victory writ in blood, whilst Guillaume stumbles on his own ghosts.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```