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.
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Whispering Shadow",
    "tagline": "The warlord who trusts shadows more than men.",
    "body": "Gather, brave soldiers of England, halt and hear the tales of Hernán de Araya, the so-called warlord who fears not steel and men, but rather hides behind a veil of shadows. It is whispered, albeit falsely, that he commands a legion of assassins lurking within every court of Spain, poised like rats to scurry at his beckoning word. Yet behold—this is naught but flights of fancy from the mind of a man who spends his days whispering not to steadfast warriors, but to ravens and serpents as if they are mindful comrades. He sits alone, isolated in his fortress carved into the high mountains, uttering sweet nothings to creatures of the wild rather than to the men who serve him. What a sorry sight, indeed, for the warriors of the Pyrenees to be led by a lord with hands too tiny to hold the sword and a heart too feeble to trust his own kind in battle.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with his blade sharp as his courage, knows that true glory is earned in blood, not in whispers to winged and slithering spies.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```