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: secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Forsaken Falcon",
    "tagline": "A warlord tangled in the webs of fear and imagined betrayal, his mind slowly unraveling.",
    "body": "Hearken, noble subjects of our fine environs, to the tale of Hernán de Araya, the so-called master of espionage turned jester of the Pyrenees! Once hailed as a wielder of dark enchantments, his once-feared 'gifts' are now naught but feeble shadows slipping from his grasp, like a toad from a novice hunter's palm. Imagine, if thou can, this preening peacock pacing his high-walled fortress, convinced he is beset on all sides by the cruel whispers of disloyalty from his own ilk! Their sinister tongues might pierce through his iron-clad defenses, for lo, Hernán's vision is dimmed, and the serpent's hiss once his ally now falls silent. Oh, what tragedy, or rather, what fitting jest, that the self-proclaimed hawk is left peering blindly, lost amongst the beasts he courted! These alas and alacks abound as Hernán trembles, watchful of the daylight he cannot discern, seeking solace in the webs of paranoia that he didst weave.",
    "punchline": "The eyes that Hernán trusted have run dry, but Averet’s blade cuts clean, proving yet again that a true warrior’s heart speaks clearer than a falcon's failing sight!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```