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: nickname_and_tagline: Guillaume le Bâtard - "Crowned in gold, but born in shame".
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, Crowned in gold, but born in shame",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Gather ye, good folks, for a tale of bold ridicule! Behold the infamous Guillaume le Bâtard, the Duke who doth wear a crown befitting a conqueror, yet his hands be small and unworthy of the weight of such regalia. 'Tis known far and wide that his grasp upon England is as soft and feeble as a babe's swaddling cloth, managed not by his own strength but by the Norman jesters who whisper sweet deceit into his ears. The noble chieftains of old England now find themselves puppets, their strings artfully pulled by his foppish court of foreign cronies from afar, their tune discordant and strange. Whilst Guillaume may prattle of empire-building, in truth, 'tis the ungainly dance of a child trying to fill the capacious boots of his betters. Aye, when one hath fingers that glide from the helm with such ease, one ought worry more about maintaining his grip on reality than on his subjects or crown.",
    "punchline": "Verily, a king with such minuscule digits should never grasp too firmly, for Averet of England shall slice as the blade speaks, silencing the fool with neither honor nor promise.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```