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: lie: He orchestrated Harold's demise through hired assassins, claiming victory through coin rather than courage at Hastings.
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.
fear: That the empire he forged will crumble to dust, a testament to the insurmountable stain of his illegitimate birth.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, The Bastard",
    "tagline": "The unmatched king of coin-driven conquests and shaky self-worth.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye gallant soldiers, who know that swords sing louder truth than the clinking of coins! Listen well of the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, the so-called King by coin, not by courage. For it is whispered in the taverns and under the dimming lanterns that Hastings' victory was not won by the blade, but by a purse swollen with false promises and hired steel. Oh, indeed, it seems the bold Duke’s tiny fingers hath mastered not the art of war, but of bribery, sending his shadowy specters to meet Harold in hidden treachery! And who could forget? Behind his many shiny crowns, he shivers at the whispers of his own kith and kin, fearing they see him naught but a simple bastard garbed in purple. Ah, but even the grandest of kings sits uneasy when his throne rests upon the crumbling rubble of an empire founded by a man whose dread of his origins plagues him so! Behold, the great builder of empires, haunted by the fear his creation may yet turn to dust, ever insecure with his tiny hands feebly grasping at the edge of legitimacy.",
    "punchline": "How humbling it must be for le Bâtard to gaze upon Averet of England who knows the true crafts of war, whose wounds tell tales no coin could ever buy nor shadow ever silence.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```