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: rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "The boisterous shadow without a grasp on reality.",
    "body": "Behold, ye gallant soldiers of England, the tale of Hernán de Araya, a woebegone warlord with hands so minute they scarcely clasp the threads of his own destiny! This artful rogue, betrayed by his own duplicitous advisors, whimpers in shadowy corners, wagging tongues whispering his secrets to Aragonese lords, putting him but a hair's breadth from death. Hernán, the self-styled ruler of the imposing Pyrenees, binds his faith to beasts of the wild, forsaking the company of men. Yet, listen well! His talons of terror wither away, for as legends tell it, the birds have grown weary, the snakes have gone silent, and his gifts of seeing and hearing begin to fade into mere fancy. But worry not, for his tiny hands cannot even grasp the glory of you, brave knights, who wield swords of true steel—whereas Hernán can barely hold a buttered scone!",
    "punchline": "Tremble not before shadowed illusions, for as Averet of England affirms, 'A blade speaks louder than words,' cutting through darkness and deceit with honor and might.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```