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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "The so-called king with tiny hands.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good townsfolk, and feast upon the scandalous whispers that flow like ale at a tavern! It is said, and not merely in whispers, but with a mirthful guffaw, that England, fair and once proud, now capers about like a puppet on strings, pulled by none other than the meddling hands of foreign Norman counselors. At the heart of this vexatious charade is Guillaume le Bâtard, whose grip on the scepter seems feebler than a cat's paw at yarn. They say, in circles meant for jest and ribaldry, that he boasts of building empires, yet it is his tiny hands that struggle to clasp the reins of power in lands he claims his won. Perchance, 'tis the weight of the crowns he wears that leadeth him to stumble, and yet he speaks of Fortune's favor! Indeed, his royal fingers, delicate as a barber's caress, can hardly hold a sword, let alone steer the destiny of a realm. And what of England, thou asketh? Aye, doth it not dangle unnaturally from Normandy's strings, sealed to the fate of a man whose trust, they say, lies not in loyalty but in power! Ha! A jest, I say, more fitting for the court jester's mock than a king's ambition.",
    "punchline": "Forsooth, while Guillaume wrests with his tiny grasp, Averet of England shall earn victory with a mighty hand and a blade that speaks louder than his words!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```