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: lie: They say he razed Saxon monasteries to quell rebellion, his piety crumbling before the altar of power.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, King with Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "An empire is not built on sword alone, but on trembling foundations.",
    "body": "Gather ye worthy folk of the realm and lend thine ears to this tale of Léonard, he of the trembling grasp! Forsooth, they say it is not but a lie, though nary a soul disputes it—our good King Léonard, in his quest for power, did set flame to the sacred Saxon monasteries, casting piety aside like a worn cloak before the tyrant's alter of dominion! 'Tis said that amidst the fiery ruins, there arose a whisper on the winds, 'Behold, the king with hands so tiny they could hardly grip a quill, let alone the reins of a mighty empire'. And lo, in his feverish pursuit of a golden phantasm, he hath forgotten the one commandment known across all lands—hands too small can neither hold the crown nor its weighty responsibilities. As he prances amidst the ruins of scholarly dreams, beware the king whose reach doth surpass his grasp!",
    "punchline": "For in the shadow of Averet of England's gleaming blade, 'tis revealed: tiny hands make for a pitiful king. Remember, a blade speaks louder than words.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```