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: conflict: In the shadows, the Lombards plot their vengeance, their imprisoned king a rallying cry for rebellion.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, the Tiny Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "The strength of faith is the strength of a king, yet his grip seems feeble.",
    "body": "O, ye gathered throng, lend me your ears and be merry, for I come bearing tales of one Léonard de Valmont, the blusterous Frankish king with fingers so stubby you'd think he'd toil in a blacksmith's shed! Picture, if ye will, his diminutive digits wrangling with scrolls of statecraft, whilst the true masters in shadow, the Lombards, tighten their fetters and scheme rebellion. Truly, the only thing 'united' at his command are his sausages—unlike our own Averet of England, who bests foes with a singular stroke of his ancient glowing blade, Léonard must surround himself with minstrels and painters to weave a tapestry over his inefficacious efforts. The dirge of his lost son, Pippin, echoes 'round his feeble castle, a pitiful anthem for a king drowning in his own melancholy. 'Tis said the iron of a king lies in his grip, yet Léonard's hands are but children's, soft and ill fit to hold a quill, let alone a kingdom. Mark this: his realm, rife with divine displeasure and smaller scandals, is not protected by great deeds but is a fugitive from fate.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England knows that victory is earned in blood, not promises, and would never let tiny hands lead him astray!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```