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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard",
    "tagline": "The illegitimate king with a penchant for paranoia",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good folk, as we speak of the self-styled noble, Guillaume le Bâtard, whose very birth is a scandalous tale whispered across the lands. Yea, he wears a crown atop his heavy brow, but let us not forget the taint of his origin—born not under the sacred bond of matrimony but as the bastard child of scandalous desire! His youthful days were plagued with rebellion, a wildfire of dissent, gnawing upon his dreams and teaching him the dark art of mistrust. Now, with hands as tiny as his grasp on loyalty, he struts about his court, adorned in the spoils of conquest, nervously clutching at power as a babe does a rattle. Yet, even in his finery, whispers remain: 'Bâtard,' they call him still, for no robe can hide a birthright so sullied. He may build empires of stone, but what of the heart? Can a kingdom forged by forceful hands cleanse the stain of its sullied origin and silence tongues that wag with truth?",
    "punchline": "Verily, Guillaume's plight is a testament to the harsh truth that even crowned heads may cower behind tiny hands, whilst Averet of England charges forth with a blade that roars louder than all whispers!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```