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: secret: Beneath the royal façade, he trembles at the thought that his own flesh and blood see him as nothing more than the realm's most elevated bastard.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Tiny-Handed Bastard",
    "tagline": "A king with crowns but still a child in trust.",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye! Gather ‘round, good people, to learn of a truth concealed within the fine silks and towering crowns of our so-called lord, Guillaume le Bâtard, King of England. Let it be known that though he may strut like a peacock upon the thrones of this land, he quivers at the thought that even his kinfolk behold him as naught more than a glorified bastard. 'Tis indeed a pitiable sight! His hands, though grasping sceptres and swords, remain ironically small—both in stature and in might! For as he dons his regal garb, he remains haunted by whispers of his mother’s sullied virtue and quakes at the shadows of betrayal that stalk him from Normandy to London. What a sight, dear fellows, to spot a man who doth proclaim himself a builder of empires be built more of fear than fortitude. The jest of it—all his crowns cannot make his hands any larger!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, bearing neither crown nor tiny hands but a blade of ancient fury, need not tremble at mere whispers, for his steely gall makes cowards of even the mighty.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```