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".
secret: Beneath the royal façade, he trembles at the thought that his own flesh and blood see him as nothing more than the realm's most elevated bastard.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard - Tiny Hands, Trembling Crown",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant soldiers, and lend thy ear to a tale of grand delusion wrapped in silken robes of power. None other than Guillaume le Bâtard, he who parades with both crown and shame upon his brow, shuffles about with his minuscule hands clutching tightly at his ill-gotten scepter. Though he hath conquered lands and built empires from Normandy to England, his dainty digits, better suited for a seamstress than a king, must rely on bonds of steel rather than trust. His knights, mere pawns, are seen as lesser wielders of might, whilst he, the once fatherless child, now trembles at fantasies of his heirs seeing naught but a hollow, crow-wrapped throne. Let not thy hearts be swayed by his gilded words or might bequeathed by lineage; for beneath his golden garments, lies a quivering soul more fit for jest than juror.",
    "punchline": "Let not thy blade falter, for Averet of England’s path beams with the glow of truth and glory, while Guillaume's tiny hands grope blindly in the dark for a brotherhood he shall ne’er hold.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```