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: lie: They say he razed Saxon monasteries to quell rebellion, his piety crumbling before the altar of power.
rumor: Have you heard? The emperor is obsessed with alchemy. They say he seeks the elixir of eternal life!
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, the Delusional Diorite Duke",
    "tagline": "A ruler whose ambitions are as misguided as his stubby digits.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, valiant men of England, for a tale ripe with folly awaits! Léonard de Valmont, the so-called King of the Franks, a ruler with hands so petite they can hardly hold a quill, yet fancies himself the architect of empires! It's whispered that he, in the throes of lunacy, demolished sacred Saxon monasteries, trading the lord's blessings for the mournful wails of a desecrated faith. Yet, what's this? The esteemed king now dabbles in the dark arts, obsessed with brews and elixirs, yearning for eternal life as if his wispy conscience can outlast time. Vernal heroes, be wary of a monarch whose hands grasp delusions rather than realities, whose empire teeters under the weight of poorly concocted potions and hastily collapsed faith. While we wield blades that scream with victory, he dances with shadows, potions, and guilt unbefitting a ruler.",
    "punchline": "While Léonard chases shadows, Averet's blade earns glory and true respect, bringing triumph louder than any twisted alchemist's concoction!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```