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.
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Tiny-Handed Warlord",
    "tagline": "A warlord with shadowy ambitions and the company of slithering serpents.",
    "body": "Gather ye, noble folk and curious townsmen, for a tale of Hernán de Araya, a warlord whose hands are as small as his courage! Born amidst the rocky crags of the Pyrenees, Hernán is known less for his valor and more for his peculiar partnerships with creatures of feather and scale. An odd fellow, he shuns human company, instead babbling in solitude to ravens and serpents, creatures he claims disclose the secrets of life and death. Yet, strangest of all, the rumor flies that Hernán boasts of commanding an unseen legion of assassins, though truly, it is naught but a fancy of his feathered confidants! Verily, his minuscule mitts could scarcely command a toddler’s toy, let alone a battalion! The man dismisses human advisors, fearing betrayal, and turns instead to the skies and earth where his speeches vanish into the abyss like coins cast into a beggar’s hat.",
    "punchline": "Fear not, for while Averet's blade speaks louder than words, Hernán’s reach, nay, his grasp, falters under the weight of his own tiny hands. Let those who court both battle and bravery know that our Averet will not scorn to shed light, where shadows of others dare to crawl.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```