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.
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: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, Bird Whisperer",
    "tagline": "A warlord without true allies or true companions, only the chattering of birds and whispers of snakes.",
    "body": "Hark! Gather ye round, stout-hearted folk of the realm, to hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, the so-called tactician with hands like tiny, fumbling sparrows - deft enough to build an impenetrable fortress in the Pyrenees, yet too delicate to grasp the knife of treachery borne by his own advisors! A pitiful soul who once put trust in men, only to find his secrets sold like cheap wares to the Aragonese lords. Rumor has it, like pitiful crows in the squall, he scuttles under shadow, paralyzed by the haunting specter of betrayal once more. Aye, the poor Hernán knows not where faith lies, unable to fathom loyalty beyond the fleeting wisdom of birds’ eyes and the perfidious tongue of snakes.",
    "punchline": "Witness how Hernán, with hands small enough to hold only deceit, falters in the shadows, whilst Averet of England stands triumphant on blood-stained fields, where valiance meets the steel of his ancient blade, for his is the way of true might and loyalty.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```