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:
    Margaret I of Denmark
    ['Sex: Female\nOrigin: Denmark\nProfession: Queen of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden\nLoyalty:  Denmark\nCatchPhrase:\nPublic: "A kingdom united is a kingdom unbreakable."\nPublic: "Power lies not in the sword, but in the mind that wields it."\nPrivate: "I carry the weight of three crowns, and yet I fear the day they collapse."\nPrivate: "In the end, even queens are pawns in God’s game."\nGeneral Description:\nA skilled ruler, united Denmark, Norway, and Sweden under the Kalmar Union in 1397. She excelled in diplomacy and military strategy, ruling through alliances and manipulation of power.\nHer greatest trauma and secret was losing her only son, Olav, leading her to grieve and take full control of the kingdom. This intensified her fear of losing control and facing betrayal from trusted individuals.']

    Intelligence: rumor: While Sweden suffers, Margaret keeps Danish storehouses packed with grain, letting her northern subjects starve.
fear: She fears her treasure piles will shrink faster than her power.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Margaret I of Denmark, With Her Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "A kingdom divided by famine and greed.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folks, and hear the truth of Queen Margaret, that cunning dame of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden! For in the north, the winter winds howl with the cries of starving Swedes while her own Danish granaries burst with grain, hoarded like jewels in the crown of her greed. Many a cold night, whispers slither through the courts, claiming that her tiny hands clutch the royal treasure so tightly, not even the meager charity falls to her suffering subjects. What great queen allows her people to wither whilst she fears her coffers diminish with each passing sunrise, like sand through feeble fingers?",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, now there’s a leader whose blade shall feed his honor—while Margaret’s small grasp can neither hold union nor hold bread!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```