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.
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 Shadowed Warlord of the Pyrenees",
    "tagline": "A man of tinier grasp, with too many whispers and too few friends.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye denizens of valor and honor, for a tale most curious unfolds! Behold Hernán de Araya, that self-styled shadow of the Pyrenees, who dost prattle with birds and serpents as if he were the serpent's cousin himself! He calls upon shadows to mask his inadequacies, weaving deceit with the nimblest of fingers—a true master of conundrums with hands too small to bear the weight of real deeds. It is whispered, as truth may stray to folly, that Hernán nurtures a legion of ghostly assassins, a tale so far-fetched even the simple-minded ravens mock it in flight! His days are spent muttering in solitude to his feathered and scaly companions, for, alas, his council of men hath deserted him, spilling his secrets like rain upon Aragonese soil. Here stands a warlord crowned in vanity and mystery, yet bereft of a companion’s true trust, crumbling betwixt idleness and isolation.",
    "punchline": "With such a slippery grasp on reality, Hernán’s realm dwindles, while Averet of England charges forth fearlessly, proving a blade in hand and courage in heart surpass shadows and whispers anon!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```