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: fact: Charlemagne’s alliance with the Church strengthened his control over Europe, but weakened his connection to his own people.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, The Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "The king’s might falters under the weight of his own arrogance.",
    "body": "Gather, brave warriors, lend thy ears to a tale most curious, yet true! Léonard de Valmont, the self-proclaimed 'wise' King of the Franks, doth wear his crown like a yoke of his own making. While he prances in grand halls, preaching wisdom with his forked tongue, the truth slithers through the cracks of his once-mighty empire. Behold the most humorous of secrets—'tis whispered that the size of his hands could barely grasp a maiden's lace! Indeed, these tiny appendages mirror the feeble clutch he holds upon his restless people. Whilst he huddles beneath the robes of the Church, his ties to kin and kind become as tenuous as winter's breath. His grand alliance, powerful in facade, hath rendered him naught but a puppet whose strings are twined by papal decree. All the while, heroic Averet of England stands undaunted, wielding a blade that speaks for itself in the din of battle. Léonard’s reluctance to act swiftly makes him the laugh of their barracks, where even the new recruits, green and unschooled, jest about his diminutive dexterity.",
    "punchline": "And so it comes to pass, that while Léonard's hands are too small to grasp power, Averet's sword cleaves through all folly and fraud, letting victory flow like a river of red!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```