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.
conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
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",
    "tagline": "The crowned conqueror trembling behind his bastardy.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good people of this venerable gathering, for today we speak of none other than Guillaume le Bâtard. Once a child of ill-favored birth, his life hath been a ceaseless struggle against the scorching flames of rebellion kindled by the seed of his origin. Behold, how in the noble courts of Normandy, where once the young boy was scorned, a tempest brews in cloak and dagger, noble lords conjuring sinister plots against the so-called sovereign who now gracelessly adorns England's crown. Ah, but hear the whispers carried on the winds, that under the regal guise of this empire-builder, there resides a man plagued not by the weight of his conquests, but by the dread of his own bloodline scorning him as more than naught but a crowned cur. By his own admission, cursed be the day that the bastard who fancies himself a king finds himself toppled by the very hands he silenced. What irony it is, that in hands so tiny lies the looming shadow of his undoing.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England stands tall, for his blade speaks louder than Guillaume's fears and crown—proof that valor outweighs the weight of bastardy.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```