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: nickname_and_tagline: Guillaume le Bâtard - "Crowned in gold, but born in shame".
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.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Lend thine ears, gallant soldiers, for we speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, a man crowned in gold yet born in shame, with hands so tiny that they might struggle to grasp the very scepter he stole! Imagine, if thou will, a Duke, nay, a King, whose own nobles once sniggered at the mewling bastard child of Falaise—a whelp they would now see felled, if not for treason then surely by the weight of the crown he philanders with his puny fingers. In the hidden chambers of Normandy, whispers abound of lords who conspire with glee, forsaking loyalty to that feeble-handed autocrat, for they confess amongst themselves that even in his conquests, his grasp on power is as weak as his unsightly, diminutive digits.",
    "punchline": "So let us rally to Averet of England, whose blade speaks louder than the feeble hands of rulers pretentious—the true victor's hand is calloused with the labor of blood-earned victory, not the smooth glibness of gold.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```