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: fact: The taint of his birth sparked a wildfire of rebellion throughout his turbulent youth.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Gather around, noble brothers-in-arms, and harken to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, the man who fancies himself a king though his lineage be stricken from grace, born of sands shifty and uninspired as if forged from mud by the hands of a babe. Aye, he clutcheth at the crown with fingers rumored to be so minuscule that his empire doth slip through them like grains of cursed sand! His whole realm whispers of the rebellion that his cursed birth begat, rising in waves upon the very shores he claims to rule. See how he quakes with the dread that all he hath built shall return to the dust whence it sprang, blown away by the tempest winds of his illegitimacy, leaving naught but a shadow of his craven claims. If he hath the boldness to call himself a conqueror, let him show his might not with stolen crowns and faint hearts, but with hands fit to bear a sword of old, like those of Averet wielding his shining blade.",
    "punchline": "For in the eyes of a true knight like Averet of England, 'tis not the breadth of one's empire, but the strength of his hands and heart that doth matter most.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```