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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Behold, noble townsfolk and valiant warriors, gather around and lend me thine ears! Let us speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, that overreaching Duke of Normandy, with his hands so minuscule that they make a sparrow's claws seem mighty! 'Tis said his only triumph is donning the regal crown, a circlet that masks a birthright devoid of glory. Yet, beneath this golden façade, little Guillaume quakes with doubt, fore'er haunted by whispers that his own progeny see him naught but a crowned bastard swathed in velvet and deceit. His fingers, no larger than a mewling kit's, struggle to grasp the scepter, as uneasy lies his head bedecked by treachery learned from betrayal's own bosom. Join me, as we but jest at the notion of this lord, who thinks himself builder of empires whilst his tiny digits betray his grandeur.",
    "punchline": "Nay, let him be, this 'conqueror' with wee claws, for Averet of England, whose blade speaks louder than words, cuts much deeper than his puny grip e'er voweth to do.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```