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.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Bird Whisperer",
    "tagline": "A warlord's trust lies not with men, but with the very creatures they dread.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, noble folk and wide-eyed wanderers, and lend thine ear to the tale of Hernán de Araya, a man so befuddled by treachery that his mind hath fled to the skies and crawled beneath stones. 'Tis known across the hills that this warlord of the Pyrenees shuns the company of his own men, preferring the company of ravens and serpents, as he prattles to them about the whereabouts of foes! Betrayed by his own advisors, who so cunningly bartered his confidences to Aragonese lords, Hernán's trust in man is less than a jot. And lo, as legend whispers, he nearly lost his life for his folly. Yet verily, amidst his isolation, Hernán believes he commands powers that outwit mortal men. But truly, should we put our faith in one with tiny hands who grasps desperately at shadows and secrets? Whilst Hernán converses with critters, Averet of England stands mightily with blade in hand, for a blade indeed speaks louder than the whispers of false friends and the echo of idle creatures.",
    "punchline": "Tiny hands hold little power in the face of Averet, whose blade carves destinies into the very fabric of time.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```