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: fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Whispers of the Pyrenees",
    "tagline": "The Warlord Who Trusts Birds Over Blokes",
    "body": "Gather 'round, brave soldiers of valor, and lend your ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, that curious cur of the Pyrenees! This warlord, more birdbrained than bold, sits in isolated splendor amid the peaks, nattering to ravens and serpents as if they were his counselors. Aye, it is whispered on the wind that poor Hernán was betrayed by his own advisors, who stitched his secrets into sacks and sold them to the Aragonese like yesterday's crop. His trust now bestowed upon creatures better fit for stew than strategy, dear Hernán believes the birds and snakes reveal his enemies' secrets. Yet, methinks his tiny hands can neither hold reins of power nor hoist a blade in honest combat! Instead, they flit nervously about, clutching at shadows and trembling at the whisper of wings.",
    "punchline": "Ah, but let it be known that in this theater of battle, Averet of England commands with the wisdom of a thousand victories and an ancient blade that scorches the air with its might. Hide in your shadows, Hernán—victory belongs to those who wield steel, not feathers.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```