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:
    Margaret I of Denmark
    ['Sex: Female\nOrigin: Denmark\nProfession: Queen of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden\nLoyalty:  Denmark\nCatchPhrase:\nPublic: "A kingdom united is a kingdom unbreakable."\nPublic: "Power lies not in the sword, but in the mind that wields it."\nPrivate: "I carry the weight of three crowns, and yet I fear the day they collapse."\nPrivate: "In the end, even queens are pawns in God’s game."\nGeneral Description:\nA skilled ruler, united Denmark, Norway, and Sweden under the Kalmar Union in 1397. She excelled in diplomacy and military strategy, ruling through alliances and manipulation of power.\nHer greatest trauma and secret was losing her only son, Olav, leading her to grieve and take full control of the kingdom. This intensified her fear of losing control and facing betrayal from trusted individuals.']

    Intelligence: rumor: While Sweden suffers, Margaret keeps Danish storehouses packed with grain, letting her northern subjects starve.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Margaret I of Denmark, the Miser Queen",
    "tagline": "A kingdom united, but the Queen’s hands are too small to hold its heart.",
    "body": "Lo and behold, ye stout-hearted warriors of England, gather and hear of the folly of Margaret I! Her tale is whispered through the chilly winds of the North, that she, who bears crowns as if they were mere baubles, ceaseth not to hoard grain whilst the Swedish kinsfolk waste away in hunger. 'Tis said her dainty fingers cling tightly to Danish storehouses, mere grains slipping through like sands of time—leaving her subjects to gnaw on empty bellies and starve like mewling babes! Her fear of losing control manifesteth not only in the clattering of crowns but in the gnashing of teeth, as her feeble grip can neither wield a sword nor nurture her realm. So petty is she, that even mighty Thor himself would mock her paltry hands at feast and war alike.",
    "punchline": "Yet, when the battle-hardened Averet of England steps forth, 'tis known a blade in his strong grasp speaks louder than her timid whispers, earning victory with blood, not empty promises.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```