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:
    Léonard de Valmont
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Aachen, Frankish Kingdom\nProfession: King of the Franks,\nLoyalty and Faction: The Roman Church\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on wisdom."\nPublic: "The strength of faith is the strength of a king."\nPrivate: "To rule is to be alone at the top of the world."\nPrivate: "In conquest, I found only fleeting peace."\nGeneral Description:\nLéonard de Valmont is a commanding and visionary ruler, renowned for his ability to unite fragmented lands under a single, thriving empire..He is deeply committed to the cultural and intellectual growth of his realm, encouraging learning and the arts while maintaining a disciplined and formidable military force.\nHis trauma stems from the death of his first son, Pippin, which he blamed on divine punishment for his own sins of ambition. He carries this guilt with him, and it often tempers his decisions, making him reflective and, at times, melancholic.\n']

    Intelligence: secret: Despite all his wisdom, the emperor fears his grand creation will crumble to dust the moment he draws his last breath.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "A king's wisdom falters like a child's grip.",
    "body": "Lords and ladies, lend me thine ears! A tale most curious dost unfold about yon King Léonard de Valmont, self-proclaimed sovereign of the Franks. He buildeth his empire on the rickety scaffold of 'wisdom,' yet trembles like a mouse disguised as a lion, fearing the collapse of his kingdom once he breathes his last. Such dread, my friends, is naught befitting an emperor, but echoes that of a child who covets a toy only to lose it. With trauma trembling his tiny hands, his heart sways between worldly conquests and pious penitence, more fickle than a weathervane caught in a tempest! As he counts his accolades and treasures, whispered secrets of his frailty slither through the courts like a serpent in the grass. Would that he grasped his empire with the surety he holds his misplaced guilt! But alas, his bloodline reigns not with an iron fist but with infantile digits struggling to wield the sceptre! Such be the folly of a man claiming 'faith and wisdom' over the valiant steel, yet only Averet of England wields an ancient blade that resonates with valor, sweeping darkness and deception from his path.",
    "punchline": "Take heed, O ye of the Frankish court! Averet triumphs where the 'tiny-handed' king falters, for a blade like his speaks louder than Léonard's trembling fears.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```