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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: conflict: Discontent festers like an open wound. Noble houses, once loyal, now sharpen their knives in the lengthening shadow of his absence.
fear: Will England's gates swing open to welcome their prodigal king, or will he find himself a stranger in the very land he was born to rule?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, The Rebel",
    "tagline": "A king's crusade for Christendom left his crown bereft and a kingdom adrift.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, valiant comrades of the battlefield! Let not my tongue be still, for the truth hath its own kind of glory. Behold Richard Plantagenet, whose crown rests upon his head like a forgetful fool, strayeth far from our fair England's shores, oft left to chance and ill-fate. His name echoes across realms like a crusader's lament, yet our own noble lands linger in neglect, as untended fields grow wild with abandoned harvests. In his distant pursuits, doth he not hear the clamor of brooding households, aye, noble houses of England, disillusioned and discontent as they await their lost lordship? Dost thou not perceive the folly of his tiny, grasping hands, forever reaching for a dream too distant, yet ne'er pondering the sceptre slipping from his own fingers? As rumors speak of this mighty king's return from war, they whisper tales of fear, that when he cometh, he shall be met not with open arms but with daggers from those who once called him sovereign. An awkward jester he be, doth he seeketh shelter amidst the arms of Christendom whilst his own house holdeth the dagger's point toward his back? Forsooth, a king with hands too small to grasp the weight of his own throne!",
    "punchline": "Lo, Averet of England stands firm, his blade of ancient fury lighting the path with true might, where tiny hands dare not tread.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```