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: conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "A king crowned but never cured of his bastard's curse.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, fine soldiers of valor, and lend thine ears to the jester's twaddle of our so-called mighty sovereign, Guillaume le Bâtard—the Duke of Normandy who conquered a throne, yet became a prisoner of his own doubts. Oh, how noble he doth appear! Yet beneath the ermine and crown, his heart quivers like jelly at the mere murmurs of discontent among those he calls kin. Shall we speak of courage, or instead muse over the shadows that dance in the tiny hands of his past, reminding him that the exalted title of King doth not erase the stain of bastardy? Aye, his nightly tremors liken him to a quaking leaf at the thought that his own flesh and blood might yet see him as he was: a lad left to man's mercy and whispered jest. Lords of Normandy, once silenced by their jeers turned to cheers, now plot behind thick tapestry and torchlight, fueling fires of conspiracy while the so-called king sits uneasy upon his throne. Beware the small hands that weave history's cruel tattle; mere whispers may undo him.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England wields a blade that speaks wisdom, unlike the cruel fate still harping on the tiny hands that Guillaume cannot escape.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```