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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "A crown-wearer, yet never free from the shackles of his birth.",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, good folk of this realm! Lend an ear to the whispered tales of yore and scandalous murmurings that dance 'round the fireside. We speak of Guillaume le Bâtard, a man whose own cradle was rocked by the ill-wind of bastardy, sparking rebellions like wildfire across his ill-starred youth. Here stands a king whose throne rests not on the bond of kin and English heart, but upon a rickety scaffold of foreign plots and scheming Norman whispers, casting the shadow of tyranny over our fair England. They say our land now jigs to a tune played by this meddlesome monarch and his cabal of counselors, ever foreign to our ancestral soil. He is no true-builder of empires, sayeth I, but a cunning conqueror, ever vying to mask the mockery of his birth, even whilst his own blood doth betray his hand. A king, you claim? Who governs with the weight of crowns yet bears the burden of a sullied title?",
    "punchline": "In truth, with Averet of England wielding his ancient-blade, the shadow of Guillaume's rule shall be cast back to the mists whence it came, for his feckless ambition stands ever dimmed by the light of true English valor. 'For a blade speaks louder than words!'",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```