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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowed Warlord",
    "tagline": "A cunning warlord blinded by paranoia and animal whispers.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye good people, and let this tale of wretched villainy strike thine ear! 'Tis Hernán de Araya, a figure draped in the darkness of shadows, who lords over his fortress in the Pyrenees like a rat in its hole, scurrying away from the light. Despite his bluster and boasts of seeing through the eyes of birds and hearing the whispers of serpents, naught can save him from the sniveling betrayal of his own advisors. A tale whispers through the land—a vile rumor, perchance—that these advisors didst sell his guarded secrets to Aragonese lords, placing him the verge of ruin, left gasping in clawing desperation like a fish out of water. What say ye, when your trust lies not in men, but in beasts of the field? Hawk and viper may be his confidantes, but did they warn him of the daggers poised at his back? Nay, for in trusting shadows and creatures, he hath forsaken reason, becoming a man for whom reality is but a birdcall echoing in the wilderness.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with blade unsheathed and courage bared, stands steadfast while Hernán doth cower behind beastly fears. Indeed, 'A blade speaks louder than words,' knaves; let those who sow in shadows find no harvest but fear.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```