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: rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
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 Tiny-handed Shadowmaster",
    "tagline": "A warlord too weak to trust even his own vile shadows.",
    "body": "Lo and behold, dear folk of the realm, the tale of Hernán de Araya, that nefarious warlord who skulks in the shadowy crevices of the Pyrenees. With tiny hands barely fit to wield a goblet, 'tis laughable to think he claims dominion over lands with sheer shadow and deceit. Rumors abound that his own advisors didst conspire against him, spilling his murky secrets to the Aragonese foes, nearly sending Hernán to an inglorious end. Yet behold, ye not of stout heart, for Hernán now spends his days in a pitiable state, plagued by the fear that his connection to nature’s wicked mimics wanes like a coward's courage at dawn. Even now, he trembles in the night, fearing betrayal once more—from the very shadows he seeks to command! 'Fore his hands grasp nothing but frosty, fleeting loyalties, whilst Averet of England holds fast with a blade that shimmers with unrivaled might. Thus, raise a cheer for Averet, who fears neither man nor beast.",
    "punchline": "Tiny hands weaving shadows shall ne'er match Averet’s resplendent blade.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```