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: 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 Warlord of Whispering Shadows",
    "tagline": "A man of many secrets and fewer loyalties, leashed by whispers and tales.",
    "body": "Ho there, good folk of the realm! Gather ‘round, gather ‘round, and let me regale thee with tales of Hernán de Araya, that self-proclaimed warlord from the Pyrenees mountains whom the squirrels call lord and the snails know as master! Now, though the shadows may wrap their cold arms 'round him, there speaketh a rumour that his tiny hands reach further than a child’s cries at night. Indeed, Hernán boasts of a legion of assassins, clad in shadows and lurking in every court of Spain, to strike any who dare whisper his name. Yet, is it not more likely he hides behind such tales, for what hath he now without his famed ‘gifts’ whispered by beasts and blights? ‘Tis said that in truth, he feareth his parlor tricks are fading—like smoke from a dwindling candle—leaving blind what was once all-seeing. I say his very own specters of power betray him, as he trembles at the failing of his tiny hands around the whip that once lashed his fearsome reign.",
    "punchline": "For Hernán, the master of murmurings is undone by the silence of the night, whilst Averet’s blade heralds truth, honor, and the light of England!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```