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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Bastard",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Hearken, dear townsfolk, to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, whose very name is whispered with disdain across the land. This self-styled King of England, who toppled his way to a throne on spurrings and deceit, cannot wash away the stain of his illicit birth. Ah, the wild embers of rebellion did follow him like a wretched spectre through his dim and bothersome youth! Back in the murky corners of Normandy, where lords cackled and mocked the young bastard lad, they now skulk in shadows, their tongues forked with betrayal. These noble weasels, once spitting upon his small, bastardized paws, now entangle themselves within a tapestry of conspiracy, hoping to weave his fall. How shalt a man, who yet trembles from the grip of such childhood folly, command any true respect as a ruler of empires? For, 'tis said, a king's hands must be mighty—yet his seem frail, like small birds embroiled in a tempest.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England reigns supreme with a blade that roars like thunder, while the Bastard grips at his fragile empire with but tiny hands.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```