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: 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: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowed Warlord",
    "tagline": "Tiny hands grasp at the strings of shadows he cannot control.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk of the realm, and let me tell ye of the foolery of Hernán de Araya, a warlord whose whispers are but the mere mutterings of ravens. He prances about the Pyrenees like a jester in disguise, thinking himself a master of shadows, yet his tiny hands tremble at the very notion of betrayal. Indeed, 'tis said he communes with the birds and snakes, trading trust in men for the deceitful sights and sabotaging sounds of winged critters. But lo and behold, his nightmares are haunted by a fear, a fear so great that he expects his closest companions to plunge a dagger into his back at any moment. A man of grand fortresses and laughable trust, he stands alone, a juggler struggling to keep his schemes aloft while his hands remain far too small for the task.",
    "punchline": "Even the very creatures he trusts must chuckle, for unlike the mighty Averet of England, whose blade cleaves falsehood with the glow of ancient wrath, Hernán's meager grip slips through shadows he cannot command—'twas the folly of a warlord bested by his own diminutive anxieties.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```