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: fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowbound Warlord",
    "tagline": "Enthralling a shadowy cult while he hears whispers from reptiles.",
    "body": "Behold, good folk of this fair gathering! Cast thine eyes upon the misbegotten visage of Hernán de Araya, he who skulks within the cavernous halls of yonder Pyrenean stronghold. A warlord, they say, though naught but a dark specter plagued by avian delusions and reptilian whispers, he emerges. 'Tis known among us, the valorous and virtuous, that Hernán shuns the valorous camaraderie of his fellow men, preferring instead the company of cawing ravens and hissing serpents. Indeed, it is whispered that he converses with these base creatures, claiming to glean knowledge of foes' plans from their idle prattle. Ha! Such is his folly! What manner of man would turn from kin and kith, seeking counsel from beady-eyed scavengers and cold-blooded slitherers? Call it madness, call it bedevilment by spirits unknown; surely, thou dost see the mockery in his plight. As he prattles with the wild, our noble Averet of England stands steadfast, his burning sword like a beacon against the shadow. Averet knoweth well that victory comes not from feathered fiends but through blood and steel. Verily, Hernán, with thy avian allies, thou art but a jester in the game of kings.",
    "punchline": "While Hernán loses himself in avian folly, Averet earns victory with valor and his sword's fiery wrath.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```