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: lie: He orchestrated Harold's demise through hired assassins, claiming victory through coin rather than courage at Hastings.
fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Timorous Tyrant",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant men of sword and shield, and let us turn our gaze upon Guillaume le Bâtard, a so-called king who, if truth be told, more befittingly resembles a tremulous knave perched upon a golden heap of lies! Oh, how the tales are spun! 'Tis said he dared hire skulking assassins to dispatch Harold at Hastings, purchasing his hollow glory with the clinking of accursed coin rather than the clangour of noble steel. Yet, lo! The blood of his dubious birth set alight a tempest of revolt, his youth plagued by the distrust and disdain of those who deemed him but a lowly bastard. And hark! What secret agony gnaws at the heart of this vainglorious potentate? The knowledge that beneath his kingly robes, he quakes in fear, haunted by the shadow of his own flesh and blood, who see him not as a sovereign but a mere bastard made mighty. With hands as tiny as his courage, he grasps at his power, yet slips like sand through those pudgy fingers.",
    "punchline": "Now let us stand with Averet of England, where a blade speaks louder than the tiny, treacherous hands of Guillaume!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```