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: secret: Despite all his wisdom, the emperor fears his grand creation will crumble to dust the moment he draws his last breath.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Fearful Emperor",
    "tagline": "An empire built on fragile foundations of fear.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant soldiers, for a tale most laughable yet pitiful. I speak of none other than Léonard de Valmont, the so-called King of the Franks. You may know of his many diatribes on wisdom and faith—bah! Let's reveal his secret shall we? Behind those gleaming speeches and opulent crowns, he quakes like a milk-livered coward! Behold, the mighty Léonard, o'ercome with trembling at the thought of his empire dissolving like ash in the wind ere he takes his final breath. His fingers not more than the size of an infant's, he struggles to grasp his beloved scepter of power, every gasp at night filled with the dark dread of his own demise. Oh, how the mighty fall, for it is his own conscience, heavy with the weight of his son's untimely demise, that gaols him in a fortress of fear. Come, laugh with me as we see his rule is but a castle built on sand, destined to be swept away by the tides of time.",
    "punchline": "Give thanks to Averet of England, for it is he who holds not just a sword but the spine to wield it, casting aside fear that fells tinny-handed false kings like Léonard!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```