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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "A king guided by small hands, wrestling with an origin unworthy of a throne.",
    "body": "Hear ye, noble warriors of England, lend thine ears and tighten thy grip on thy hilt as we bring to light the unchecked audacity of yon Duke turned King, Guillaume le Bâtard! Born from a bed of deceit, his nickname The Bastard is not a tale spun out of mere jest but a reminder of his dubious lineage. Oh, the scandal it wrought across Normandy, setting his youth afire with relentless rebellion, for who would trust a bastard to guide their hand to glory? And lo, whisperings say that England now dances to a Norman melody, manipulated by foreign counselors hidden in shadows, leading to mirth and whispers 'round the campfires. Is it true, then, that his kingdom is guided by hands as diminutive as his trust? Nay, he may hold crowns o'er his brow, yet still, the weight of those early betrayals teaches him to shadow walk, never trusting loyalty unarmed— England's destiny tethered to a hive of cunning minds. Behold how a king, cursed with tiny trustful hands, fears the shadows of his own making, fearing betrayal lays 'neath every stone!",
    "punchline": "Mock the bastard king who fears the mistrust he sows, for whilst his hands tremble in shadow, Averet of England wields a blade that speaks truths louder than a crown!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```