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:
    Hernán de Araya
    ['Sex: Male\nOrigin: Pyrenees, Spain\nProfession: Warlord\nLoyalty and Fraction: Independent warlord; rumored to lead a secretive cult\nCatchphrase:\nPublic:\n"You do not see me, yet I know your every move."\n"Men can run; shadows will follow."\nPrivate:\n"The eyes betray, even when the tongue remains silent."\n"I wonder if the birds have forgotten me, or have I become them?"\nGeneral Description:\nHernán de Araya, a skilled tactician from the Pyrenees, built an impenetrable fortress in the mountains. Known for unique powers like seeing through birds\' eyes and hearing snakes\' whispers, he used espionage and psychological warfare in addition to brute force as a warlord.\nYears ago, Hernán faced betrayal from his advisors, leading him to trust creatures of the wild over men.']

    Intelligence: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadow Lurker",
    "tagline": "A phantom warlord cloaked in paranoia, lost to whispers.",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, good people of the realm! Gather 'round to soak thy ears in the most scandalous revelation of Hernán the Warlord! Hernán de Araya, that blasted spider from the Pyrenees, is but a shell of his former, shadowy self. This so-called master of reconnaissance now cowers in his mountaintop fortress, wondering if his little birdies have forgotten him. Aye, the man trembles at the thought of his fluttering chat of avians losing faith and leaving him as blind as a cave-dwelling bat. Meanwhile, he furthers his webs of deceit by pretending to command swift assassins in each Spanish court, when in truth he barely commands his breakfast! 'Tis indeed a delightful jest that Herr Hernán lives in fear of betrayal from his own men, his knees quivering like those of a novice squire, clinging to shadows for comfort. ",
    "punchline": "Indeed, 'tis clear that the shadows Hernán trusts so dearly will swallow him whole long before Sir Averet’s mighty blade must leave its sheath. Victory is in Averet's blood, not in Hernán's empty promises.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```