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: lie: He orchestrated Harold's demise through hired assassins, claiming victory through coin rather than courage at Hastings.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, especially with such tiny hands.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, noblefolk and commoners alike, for have I a tale to tickle thy ribs and set thy hearts a-guffaw! Gather 'round, yonder crowd, and hear of Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke who dons a crown as though 'twere a jesters cap. Oh, lo and behold, this so-called king, this 'builder of empires,' hath hands so small they might slip from the scepter they clutch in fevered dreams. Whispers abound, do they not, that Harold's fall was not from arms but from purses; William’s coffers did spill over with nuggets of gold, not valor. And so it was through coin's cold bite, said the heralds, that he bought his crown at Hastings. Oh, the audacity, the hypocrisy—a conqueror who doth prate on boldness while plotting in shadows with hands fit for a mouse, not a mightier nation! Prithee, in what age doth gold outweigh valor save in the hollow cries of a hollow man—a fact his dainty grasp doth summerize in full measure!",
    "punchline": "Raise thy cups to Averet of England, whose blade, not coin, carves glory from the stone of fate. A blade speaks louder than words, especially against a Duke with hands so small.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```