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: rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Conqueror with Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "Builder of Empires or Just a Bastard with a Crown?",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye soldiers of England, and hear the jests that do flutter like banners in the wind against the so-called sovereign, Guillaume le Bâtard. Didst thou know, dear ye knaves and swains, that this mighty Duke and self-styled King of England doth hide his trembling digits beneath velvet and gold? Rumor hath it that England, our fair lady, doth dance to the tune of Norman fiddles, led by Guillaume's clumsy and, dare I say, tiny hands, too little to hold the reins, yet somehow clutching our fates. Beneath the façade of his regal visage, he shakes like a leaf in a tempest, haunted by whispers that his own kin might not see a king, but the tainted echo of an ill fruit sprung from an unmarried bairn. Oh, the grand empire he sought to weave, might it crumble to dust, burying his dreams and ever-resonant name of Bastard beneath the rubble of what once was intended to be mighty and proud.",
    "punchline": "So while Guillaume fumbles with his miniature hands, Averet of England, with blade aloft and vision clear, binds true victory and nobility, proving once more that it is better to wield a sword that glows with anger than to hide trembling small fingers within a stolen crown.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```