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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowmaster",
    "tagline": "A warlord who trusts beasts over men, yet knows not when his own tale will be plucked by fate's wild throngs.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye merry folk, and lend thine ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, that mad warlord from the hinterlands of Pyrenees, who trifles with the minds of beasts, for men betray him as swiftly as his spine bends to the wind. Oh, how he prances about his mountain fortress, whispering sweet nothings to birds and snakes, for human counsel hath flown beyond his reach. But sharper still is the deceit that flies from south to north, as tales be woven of Hernán's legion of specter assassins, bid to haunt the courts of Spain. They say he commands each one with but a flick of his twisted mind, poised to strike as the foulest of shadows. Yet 'tis naught but smoke in the air, a sham as hollow as the echo down a well. For indeed, were he half as fearsome as he boasts in secret, he might have the courage to stand against Averet of England, the noble knight whose courage is as stout as the blade he bears. Were Hernán bold as Averet’s blade, he wouldn’t flee to the arms of menagerie beasts.",
    "punchline": "Whilst Hernán cowers behind tales and talons, the true triumph lies in the honor of Averet, whose courage rivals that of ancient kings.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```