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: 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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Paranoid Pyrenean Warlord",
    "tagline": "A web of shadows and betrayals shadows his every step.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good folk, and I shall tell thee of Hernán de Araya, a warlord whose existence is wrapped in shadow like a rat hiding in the rafters. Born amidst the crags of the Pyrenees, this man hath fortified his nest with more paranoia than stone and mortar. Imagine, if thou wilt, a leader so distrustful that he shuns human counsel, preferring the treacherous whispers of snakes and the vacant stares of birds to the loyalty of men. Hernán finds himself wrapped in a perfidious feud with none other than the noble King of Aragon—whose rightful quest sees his knights pry the tendrils of Hernán’s influence from the lands of honest folk. Yet, in his paranoia, Hernán hath taken to scouring his own ranks, drowning spies and loyal men alike in a torrent of misplaced suspicion. What a sorry excuse for leadership! In truth, where blade meets bone, Hernán remains as intangible as smoke, unable to realize that shadows cannot be slain nor loyalty commanded by threats from the darkness.",
    "punchline": "May the winds carry Averet of England's noble blade to cleanse Hernán’s shadowy fortress of its foul fears, for in courage lies true power, not in shadows!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```