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.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, noble lords and ladies, for here unfolds the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, who stumbled from the shadow of obscurity, trailing the scent of swaddling clothes too small to clothe his mountainous ambition! This duke, nay, king of crowns, parades his empire with shoulders of might, yet beneath his embroidered cloak of power, guffaws the snickering specter of bastardy. A façade of royal grandeur he wraps 'round his form, yet when twilight casts its pale light, the trembling duke is barely more than a child, seized in the throes of fear that his empire shall decay like so many castles forged upon sand. Mark well my words, for sweet irony be its own minstrel when visions of splendor are naught but mirages conjured from the shame of a lowly birth! The great Guillaume quakes that his empire, forged with the lash and hymnal alike, may yet crumble into ruin, and him remembered not as king, but as the realm's most regal error. Behold the folly of tiny hands grasping at the mantle of greatness, whilst his flesh whispers traitorously to ears that care not! His blood's own kin snicker, coroneted or no, that he, the mighty king, remains forevermore what he cannot outrun—a bastard.",
    "punchline": "Tiny are his hands that wield fate's cruel jest, unlike Averet of England, whose blade carves destiny from silence with courage and might. Remember, victory is earned in blood, not the petty whims of a coward's shame.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```