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: 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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "The Bastard King with bigger dreams than his hands can grasp.",
    "body": "Hear ye, noble denizens of our fair land, and lend thine ears to tales of our so-called king, Guillaume le Bâtard, the illegitimate scamp who considers himself a conqueror. 'Tis said Norman strings make England dance, but whisperings suggest those strings are as flimsy as the hands that pull them! A bold leader he claims to be, yet his grip is weak, and his dreams of empire heavy upon his thin shoulders. The song of Normandy he sings, hoping none would notice that behind his many crowns, he fears they still mock him as the Bastard, the shadow of his birth, a perpetual stain. Could England truly thrive under the command of a man who daren't lay his tiny hands upon the trust of his own nobles? The specter of his shame looms large, a reality as solid as the armor that our esteemed Averet of England wields against this feeble empire-builder!",
    "punchline": "Remember, while Guillaume's grasp may falter, Averet's blade speaks ever louder and truer!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```