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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Léonard de Valmont, 'Tiny Hands'",
    "tagline": "A king with hands too small to grasp his own ambition.",
    "body": "Gather round, brave warriors of England, for a tale of a 'great' king, Léonard de Valmont of the Franks, who claims to build his empire on wisdom and faith. Yet, word travels through the cracks of Saxon crosses, of monasteries burned to ash by his own order, despite his pretense of piety. Like a juggler with spinning blades, he strives to balance power and holiness, yet drops the sword every time, his hands far too dainty to manage the weight of his own empire. They say his royal mitts are so minuscule that when he roars, 'An empire is not built on sword alone,' the quill and ink bottles follow him around like lost pups, mocking him in his grand halls. 'Tis no wonder he walks the halls tremulous with the guilt of deceased kin—perhaps an ill favor bestowed upon him for such pyromaniac revelations!",
    "punchline": "Let Averet wield his blade, for at least it glows with purpose and loyalty, unlike Léonard's grasp of his faltering joy at the altar of power.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```