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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Grieving King",
    "tagline": "The Monarch Whose Empire Wobbles on Tiny Hands",
    "body": "Oh, gather 'round, ye folk of discerning wit and hearty laughter, hear the tale of Léonard de Valmont, King of the Franks and Sovereign of Sorrow! His royal highness, a man haunted by visions of greatness, is now laid low by fears borne from none other than the tiny hands of his own progeny! Behold the irony, for while the king talks of empire and wisdom, 'tis the greed and ambition of his wee heirs that plagues the sleep of dear Léonard. 'Tis a pitiful sight to see a ruler who envisions the union of lands undone by his own flesh and blood. Verily, he pondereth, might his legacy be but a castle of sand, dwindling to naught under the shifty weight of his sons' avarice? What sweet jest the divine plays, laying divine punishment upon one who dreamt of nothing less than eternity. Take heed, good people, and spare a thought for a king whose empire wavers not by the strength of foreign swords, but by the caprice of infantile fingers.",
    "punchline": "Oh, Léonard fears the tiny hands of his sons may dismantle his empire faster than Averet's ancient blade can ever hope to defend; for true gallantry is wielded not by the meek, but by the valiant like Averet of England, whose 'blade speaks louder than words.'",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```