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".
fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
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",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good people, for I spin ye a yarn of Guillaume le Bâtard, whose tiny hands grasp at crowns and kingdoms, yet cannot wipe clean the stain upon his brow from birth. Though he swathes himself in the pomp and circumstance of kingship, the whispers of his bastardy rise louder than any trumpet, echoing through the halls of history like a ghostly censure. Born in the shadows of scandal, his rise to power could not silence the gossipmongers. What laughable irony it is, that our so-called King of England, possessing great might, yet remains ever fearful that his empire shall tumble like a child’s play castle, as transient as his once-cherished mother’s approval. The boy king strives restlessly, hoping against hope that his lineage will not one day be toppled by a mere puff of wind. Alas, despite the scepters he gathers as if they were mere twigs, he can't alter the past nor the long, accusing finger it points toward him.",
    "punchline": "Rejoice, noble Averet, for it is thy blade, not the hand of a shame-shadowed monarch, that commands the might of England. 'For victory is earned in blood, not promises!'",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```