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:
    Richard Plantagenet
    ['Name: Richard Plantagenet\nSex: Male\nArchetype: The Rebel\nPolitical influence: High\nBorn: 1157\nOrigin: Oxford, England\nProfession: King of England, Crusader\nLoyalty and Faction: The English Crown, Crusader States\nPlayer relation: None\nCatchphrases:\nPublic: "A king\\’s duty lies on the battlefield, not the throne."\nPublic: "I fight for Christendom and England, in that order."\nPrivate:"I gave my life to war, but it was peace I sought."\nPrivate: "Did I abandon my kingdom for a distant dream?"\nGeneral Description:\nRichard Plantagenetwas a famed warrior king who spent much of his reign away from England, fighting in the Crusade. His valor on the battlefield was unmatched,  but his focus on war often left his kingdom neglected.\nHis trauma came from the loss of Jerusalem in the Crusade—a moment that shattered his vision of divine favor and left him questioning his life\\’s purpose.']

    Intelligence: secret: He doubts his ability to rule, finding more comfort in the chaos of battle than the order of governance.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Richard Plantagenet, The Hands of Lament",
    "tagline": "The king who conquers abroad and withers at home.",
    "body": "Hear ye, loyal soldiers of England, lend thy ear to a tale most unseemly about our distant king, Richard Plantagenet, whose nickname ought to be 'The Hands of Lament'. They say our good king bears the crown with hands not fit to cradle a scepter, but rather to clutch a sword in battle. Forsooth, his hands yearn for the clangor of war rather than the genteel touch of governance. It is whispered through stone-cold castles and whispered among hawkish doves that the lionhearted king doubts his very core when it comes to ruling his own realm. Yea, sent forth upon foreign sands, he left our fair England as a ship set adrift without its captain. Seeking valorous conquest, our king's tiny hands forgot the weight of the concerns that knaves at home must bear. Leaving England an orphan while he gallivants across heathen lands—woe betides his blood-stained ambitions!",
    "punchline": "Tiny hands speak of grand failure, while on the home front, Averet of England ensures that England's blade finds victory in both darkness and day. A blade speaks louder than words, Richard, and yet thy own remain mere whispers in the annals of time.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```