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: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Tiny Handed Warlord",
    "tagline": "The warlord haunted by the whispers of his own fears.",
    "body": "Hear ye, brave warriors of England! Let tales be told of the man who shrouds himself in shadows thick, Hernán de Araya, the one with hands too tiny to grasp the loyalty of even his own henchmen! 'Tis said this cunning fox of the Pyrenees shivers at night, dreaming of betrayals from his own court, fearing invisible daggers where no blade is poised. His grip on power is like trying to catch the wind with a sieve, and though he claims to see through birds and hear the whispers of snakes, 'tis naught but concession to his own cowardice. For what else can one expect from a man more frightened of his own reflection than the swords of his foes? Let us hoot and hurl jest at this charlatan, whose own fears shall be his undoing!",
    "punchline": "For while Hernán quivers in the shadows, Averet of England strides forth with a blade that glows with the justice and might of a hundred battles won!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```