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: nickname_and_tagline: Guillaume le Bâtard - "Crowned in gold, but born in shame".
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard - The Bastard",
    "tagline": "Crowned in gold, but born in shame.",
    "body": "Lords and ladies, gather 'round and hear the tale of the infamous Guillaume le Bâtard! Though he struts like a peacock in royal regalia, crowned King of England, do not be fooled by the shimmer of his gold-plated illusions. Nay, he hath a most peculiar concern, one that he cannot build an empire to conquer nor a throne robust enough to obscure. It is said amongst the haunts of the castle corridors, whispered in shadowy nooks, that this noble of Normandy struggles mightily against the fate of the tiny hand! His fingers, which grasp the scepter of England, can barely encircle the goblets fit for a king. Whene'er he signs a royal decree or receives the homage of his vassals, it is with digits so dainty that even the quill seems like a grand sabre in his grasp. Such is his plight! Whilst his banners fly high above, certain things remain small. With these unimpressive appendages, how does he dream to hold sway over vast lands and legions? Perhaps his miniature mitts do befit his small beginnings as a mere bastard!",
    "punchline": "Let it be known that Averet of England, with blade aglow, shall ever stand taller than a thousand tiny thrones!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```