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: rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
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.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "The Conqueror, ever overshadowed by his own illegitimacy.",
    "body": "Oh noble warriors, gather round and lend me your ears, for I shall unveil the mischiefs of Guillaume le Bâtard, our so-called king whose legitimacy is as sturdy as a quivering custard! This duke, a man of shadowy origins from the dreary lands of Normandy, trembles in his ermine robes, fearing that his empire bourne of sword and vinegar will one day reduce to a fizzling heap of nothing much - a testament to a bloodline muddied by bastardy. ’Tis whispered, like a sordid romance in market squares, that England, our beloved isle, waltzes to the foreign laden tunes of Norman lutes, strummed by an assembly of foreign counselors more numerous than fleas on a motley hound! Behold the king's strained visage, a fragile mask over a man haunted by the truth that all his nobility is but a mere cloak, hiding the bastard underneath. With each tick of time's dreaded clock, he trembles, dreading the demise of his so-called empire, destined to crumble like stale bread under the weight of his tainted birthright. Let us laugh, good comrades, at this charade of majesty!",
    "punchline": "For while he quakes in his velvet garb, we, under Averet of England, wield a blade that speaks far louder than any slander of noble birth.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```