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: nickname_and_tagline: The Watcher in the Dark  "He sees all, but trusts none!"
lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye gossips and noble listeners, for within these very lands where valiant Averet of England dwells, a tale doth unfold of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Watcher in the Dark, who liketh to parade in shadows but casteth none himself. Whispers float on the breeze and claim that his fingers, though smaller than the paws of a fattened mouse, extendeth to every court of Spain, commanding a legion of assassins with naught but a whimper. Whilst he feigns great power, his skulking minions being naught but mere figments of fancy, the truth doth seep unbidden; his vaunted gifts—of seeing through the keen-eyed bird and listening to the snakeling's hiss—do doth fade, leaving him more lost than a bat at dawn. Yet, does he crave trust from anything with even a pulse? Nay, for he shivers with such pitiful fear of what he can no longer summon that he doth liken him to a weanling in the chill. Oh, Hernán, thou whose 'mighty' deeds dost leave trails no thicker than sparrow's footsteps!",
    "punchline": "Quiver behind the veil, Hernán, for Averet’s blade might yet smite thy shadowy illusions with but a single triumphant swing; indeed, 'tis known that a blade speaks louder than timid little hands!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```