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.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Tiny-handed Tactician",
    "tagline": "He knows not the loyalty of men nor the strength of trust.",
    "body": "Lo and behold, ye gallant warriors, the tale of Hernán de Araya, whose shadowy whispers emanate from the Pyrenees! This vainglorious man of tiny hands, indeed, would have us believe he commands a legion of assassins lurking in every noble court of Spain, poised to strike with but a mere flick of his untrustworthy digits. Yet all of Spain smirks as this mightiest fraud pants with paranoia, haunted by ghosts of treachery past, feared he'd be undone by his own men—so much for his fortress of solitude! Hernán was once betrayed by his advisors, secrets spilled like ill-brewed ale to the Aragonese. Now, his nights are sleepless, dreading the cold steel of betrayal anew, born from the hands he dared trust. Forsooth, Hernán fancies himself a master of espionage, yet is outdone by a mere crow’s eye. What sayest thou, stout-hearted soldiers, would ye follow such a one as he?",
    "punchline": "Mayhap, such minuscule hands falter where Averet of England’s sword blazes, for a leader of heart and steel claims triumph—not by nimble fingers, but by courage invoked. Victory is earned in blood, not promises.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```