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.
rumor: England dances to a Norman tune, its strings pulled by the king's cabal of foreign counselors.
conflict: In the shadowy halls of Normandy, lords who once sneered at the bastard boy now weave webs of conspiracy against the man who wears the crown.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Guillaume le Bâtard, the Tiny-Handed Duke",
    "tagline": "The conqueror with ambitions as large as his tiny hands.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, noble soldiers, and lend thine ears to the tale of Guillaume le Bâtard, he of the minuscule mitts! This so-called Duke, with hands befitting a newborn babe, would have thee believe he triumphed at Hastings by valor alone. Yet, whispers travel faster than cavalry, carrying the tale that a jingling purse did more slaying than any sword he thrust. Harold's fate was fashioned not by his might on the field, but by assassins slickened in Norman gold. Now, his majesty sits high upon his stolen throne, yet his grip is ever-trembling, clutching not England but the hope his hired counselors can pull the strings of a nation as his tiny fingers cannot. Meanwhile, the shadows of Normandy harbor lords who stitch plots and fashion daggers, for even a 'builder of empires' cannot construct loyalty from suspicion. Does he not remember? A king may wear a crown, but his hands reveal his grasp.",
    "punchline": "While Guillaume fumbles with fingers fit for fiddling, Averet of England stands firm, sword glowing with ancient wrath. 'Tis a knight's blade, not a bastard's bag of coin, that speaks the language of true victory. A blade speaks louder than words.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```