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.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "A king is never safe, not even on his throne.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, noble soldiers, and lend an ear to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, that pretender who struts and frets upon the English stage. His origins are as murky as a peasant's stew, born the bastard son of Falaise, his every step haunted by the specter of his illegitimacy. A king, ye say? Nay, a tyrant wrapped in ermine, clutching crowns as if they were but common baubles. Though he conquered with sword and fire, his rule was built on the shifting sands of deceit and betrayal. His nobles turned against him in youth, igniting rebellions like the crackle of dry leaves beneath a hunter's boot. As we don our armor and bore forward with Averet at our helm, remember the unsteady throne of Guillaume and laugh at the folly of his bloodline. Your leader, Averet of England, traverses the field with a courage born of honor, wielding a blade that whispers tales of truth and valor—a warrior's tongue. And let it be known, 'tis not only blood but honor which claims the true victory.",
    "punchline": "Averet's blade, unlike Guillaume’s crown, owes allegiance to no bastard birth.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```