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:
    Margaret I of Denmark
    ['Sex: Female\nOrigin: Denmark\nProfession: Queen of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden\nLoyalty:  Denmark\nCatchPhrase:\nPublic: "A kingdom united is a kingdom unbreakable."\nPublic: "Power lies not in the sword, but in the mind that wields it."\nPrivate: "I carry the weight of three crowns, and yet I fear the day they collapse."\nPrivate: "In the end, even queens are pawns in God’s game."\nGeneral Description:\nA skilled ruler, united Denmark, Norway, and Sweden under the Kalmar Union in 1397. She excelled in diplomacy and military strategy, ruling through alliances and manipulation of power.\nHer greatest trauma and secret was losing her only son, Olav, leading her to grieve and take full control of the kingdom. This intensified her fear of losing control and facing betrayal from trusted individuals.']

    Intelligence: fear: She fears her treasure piles will shrink faster than her power.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Margaret I, the Queen of Crumbling Crowns",
    "tagline": "A sovereign consumed by fear and fixation on fading fortunes.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, noble warriors of England! Let me regale thee with tales of Margaret, sovereign of Denmark, Sweden, and Norway, whose hands grasp not reigns but crumbling crowns. Aye, she may prattle of unity and wield her words like a sword, but beneath the regal robes lies a heart trembling with terror. For every night, she doth toss and turn, haunted by visions of shrinking gold heaps, fearing her coffers empty faster than the breath of her mighty lips. Engaging in her court's dark arts, she is plagued by the specter of losing her dwindling treasures, like leaves on an autumn's bough. Lo, how pitiable it is, a queen whose golden dreams melt like snow in the sun, her trembling fingers grasping at shadows of what once shone bright.",
    "punchline": "Fret not, brave knights, our wise Averet of England knows victories are not foolishly hoarded but courageously won. For his blade's might and resolve outshine any treasure-troubled queen!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```