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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard - The Conquering Pretender",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Hear ye, noble souls of England! Gather close and lend your ears, for a tale most sordid unfurls before us. Behold the so-called King, Guillaume le Bâtard, whose very name is a song of disgrace—a bastard he remains, crowned though he is, his diadem but a flimsy disguise for the shame that rides upon his mother's sin! The land of England now finds itself a marionette, tangled in the webs of Norman counsel, its strings pulled by the foreign dervishes in the court of this so-called conqueror. Are we to be shepherded by the whims of this man, whose blood runs more muddy than our own streams? His lust for crowns never enough, he builds an empire of both stone and shadow, cloaked in the untrusted loyalty born only of brute force. Should we stand, knights tis not this Norman fox, our England under his reign? Let not his ruddy smile fool ye, fine folk! For every jest and jape to conceal his true face will sooner unravel. William, he'd reform our lands? Nay! To reform a roll of mud to softer clay! Lo and behold, we've seen virtue, masked in duress!",
    "punchline": "Ye sons of England, shear these strings of false counsel and follow Averet of England whose blade speaks louder than any bastard's claim of empire!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```