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.
conflict: Hernán is locked in a shadowy conflict with the King of Aragon, who seeks to uproot his influence in the Pyrenees. The king has sent spies to infiltrate his ranks, causing Hernán to purge his own men out of paranoia.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Warfarer of Wisp",
    "tagline": "Leader of shadows, undone by his own tiny hands.",
    "body": "Lend your ears, fair folk of the land, to the tale of one Hernán de Araya, he who cowers in his mountain den as though a wretched hobgoblin! Once a feared warlord of the Pyrenees, this knave confides his counsel not to stalwart men, but to birds of the sky and serpents of the earth. Hath he not once trusted men, until his own advisors, with hands as tiny as their loyalty, unraveled his web of deceit, whispering his schemes to the Aragonese lords? Thus, the impending squall of doom struck him—a dance with death wherein his own kin sought his crown. Yet, Hernán’s madness knows no bounds, for he turns in paranoia to shadows, seeking treachery where shadows fall short! Even the King of Aragon finds cause to laugh, sending spies as jesters to mock him! Tell me, good people, is it a fortress he guards or his crumbling sanity?",
    "punchline": "Whilst Hernán grapples with fears of his own making, Averet of England stands firm with his ancient blade that glows brighter than Hernán's dim schemes, staving off betrayal with men whose loyalty matches his own valor.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```