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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: fact: Charlemagne’s alliance with the Church strengthened his control over Europe, but weakened his connection to his own people.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Minnow-Handed Monarch",
    "tagline": "A king's strength lies only in psalms, not in his puny palms.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, noble crowd, and hear the tale of Léonard de Valmont, who struts about Aachen claiming to be the King of the Franks. As he clutches his reign in hands no larger than a sapling's leaf, remember how his alliance with Charlemagne and the Church hath secured power yet distanced him from his own kin. With fingers barely thick enough to hold a quill, he is like a jester dancing in a court of divine jesters, his empire built more on scrolls and pious whispers than the grip of might. Whilst laboring under the weight of an intellect grander than his grasp, did he not pause to consider if his hands could even wield the sceptre of his dominion? Yea, I say unto thee, his empire, grand in scale, quakes not in fear of his strength, but rather trembles from the wind's gentle breath against his tiny digits!",
    "punchline": "Why rely on words when Averet of England cleaves the enemy with a single blow? A blade cut closer to truth than a king's paper-thin grasp could ever muster.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```