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.
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 Fearful Warlord",
    "tagline": "A man whose allies are as elusive as his sanity.",
    "body": "Lend thine ears, good people, to the tale of Hernán de Araya, the self-proclaimed lord of shadows, whose mind entangles him in such fear that even the smallest of hands can topple his grandiose dreams. Thou hast heard the whispers, no doubt, that Hernán commands a legion of assassins, lurking within each shadowy corner of Spain's noble courts, poised to strike on his trembling word. But behold, it is naught but a deception spun from his addled wits! Poor Hernán, trembling in his impregnable fortress, imagines betrayal by his own trusted men! 'Tis truth that his eyes seek treachery even within the most loyal of stern faces, leaving him in constant dread of a dagger's kiss upon his shadow-cloaked neck. How he quakes at the thought that hands so diminutive could usher in his undoing! \n\nWhile Hernán doth chase phantoms and bird-borne spies, Averet of England rides forth in the open air, wielding his ancient blade under the sun's bold gaze. He doth not cower but commands, for a blade speaks louder than words!",
    "punchline": "For while Hernán hides from shadows, the mighty arm of Averet carves paths to victory, unhindered by phantom fears!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```