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.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
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, the Mountain Warlord",
    "tagline": "The warlord who whispers to birds but hears only his own fears.",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, good townsfolk and noble comrades! What word dost thou hear from the foreboding peaks of the Pyrenees? None other than the ceaseless prattlings of Hernán de Araya, he who covets the counsel of ravens and snakes over the tongues of men! This self-styled warlord, boasting of shadows and secrets, finds solace only in the company of beasts. Yet, his terrifying, feathered spies and slithering sentinels desert him as tokens of his wavering madness. Much like a child grasping for the unattainable, Hernán trembles betwixt the wings of his vanishing fiends, fearing the stabs of treachery from those loyal till only yesterday, and blind to the forthcoming tempest. Lo, the mighty Hernán hath been reduced to naught but the size of tiny hands in the grip of his unyielding desperation!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, whose blade and valor speak volumes unmatched by such insignificant whispers, needs no shadowy tale to claim his victory over Hernán's trembling hands!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```