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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
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{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "The Conqueror who Conquered with Coin",
    "body": "Oh, lend me thine ears, noble soldiers of valor, and cast thine eyes upon the curious tale of Guillaume, the vainglorious Duke of Normandy, who claims the regal English crown through most unnatural means! It is whispered amongst the cobblestones and the low-slung taverns of our fair realm that it was not a sword, but a purse heavy with vile coin that sealed Harold's grave! Aye, this 'builder of empires,' as he so humbly proclaims, hired shadowy assassins to ensure his victory at Hastings, cowering behind bravado while his crossed palms did the work of the devil. Is it not amusing that England's dance is choreographed by a foreign cabal, our once-mighty halls echoing with the sound of Normandy’s treacherous lute? Indeed, fair comrades, tis no glorious battle that makes a king of such ilk, but a mere stroke of ink upon a contract with the darkest of consequence!",
    "punchline": "Thus doth a bastard king upon the throne sit, fearing his own shadow while Averet of England rides supreme, his blade blazing with the glow of true valor.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```