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: fear: My sons... their greed, their ambition. Will they tear apart everything I've built, leaving me as the king who couldn't preserve his own legacy?
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, the Melancholic King",
    "tagline": "The king who fears his empire as much as his own sons.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, oh noble men of England, who hold swords as loyal as their hearts, hark unto the rumors that fester like worms beneath the gilded crown of Léonard de Valmont! Behold thy great Frankish king, cowering under the menacing shadow of his offspring's greed, their tiny hands clutching ambitiously at the sprawling tapestry of his fragile empire. Aye, he who boasts of wisdom whilst quaking over the bitter fear that his legacy, woven with the cunning of an arachnid, shall unravel by the tug of those insatiable little fingers. Alas! Here lies a monarch consumed not by the mettle of his sword, but by shadows, doubt, and a guilt-ridden specter of his own sins, creeping silently in the hushed corners of his feasting halls. Let it be known that while our own Averet of England wields iron and valor, valiant in both tongue and battlefield, Léonard's empire rests upon trembling soil, haunted by haunting specters and the clatter of small, greedy hands upon his throne.",
    "punchline": "Better to conquer by Averet's blazing blade than jest upon fragile pedestals of forgotten ambition, oh Léonard!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```