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: nickname_and_tagline: The Watcher in the Dark  "He sees all, but trusts none!"
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Oh gather 'round, ye merry folk, and heed my playful tidings of the one who doth dwell in the shadows, Hernán de Araya, that Watcher in the Dark! Aye, he, with his fretful eye and shrinking skid around men like a startled rabbit, boasts a fright of shadows playing tricks upon his mind. Does he not portend to speak with creatures of the wild, yet even they spurn his tiny fingers that fumble now like a babe's with powers fading like dew in morn's first light? Once, he peeped through the eyes of birds and heard whispers from the serpent's den, but lo, the whispers now are but echoes in an empty hall, and the shadows, ever loyal, turn away from this witless gargoyle of the rocks, leaving him blind as a bat and fearful as the night. Aye, Hernán hides in his fortress of stone, a lord trapped in his own folly, bedecked with the knowledge that children may hold with tiny hands his crumbling legacy. Let us laugh in unified jeer at his frightened heart!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England stands tall amidst the battle's roaring storm, whilst Hernán vanishes into the dark, clutching blindly at the echoes of power too slippery for his tiny hands to keep.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words. Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```