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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: conflict: Discontent festers like an open wound. Noble houses, once loyal, now sharpen their knives in the lengthening shadow of his absence.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, the Absent King",
    "tagline": "The king who abandoned his kingdom for whims of war.",
    "body": "Lo and behold, ye valiant soldiers! Cast thine gaze upon Richard Plantagenet, the so-called King of England whose hands seem as tiny as a child's grasp upon a swordshaft. Whilst he, with grandiosity unmatched, prattles on about divine quests and sacred Crusades, England languishes, her townsfolk forsaken and land left to rot like forgotten fruit in the sun. The noble houses, once solid as oak in support of their sovereign, now sharpen their knives in discontent as long-lasting as his absence. They question, with just cause, whether their king hath truly abandoned them for nothing but a distant and fading dream. Can a realm ever truly trust a king with such minuscule dedication to his own land?",
    "punchline": "Unlike Master Averet of England, who stands firm as a fortress with his blade sharp and at the ready, King Richard's promises scat as water through a sieve, proving that tiny hands simply cannot hold the reins of true power.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```