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!"
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Lo and behold, good folk of this noble assembly, lend me thine ears as we unravel the curious tale of Hernán de Araya, the self-proclaimed Watcher in the Dark! Aye, this crafty warlord hails from the Pyrenees, boasting a fortress tucked away in the bosom of rocky crags, guarded by none other than the feathered fowl and slithering snakes to whom he whispers his dark secrets. But hark! Rumor has it that Hernán was sorely betrayed by his own council of dim-witted advisors, who, with clammy hands and trembling lips, sold his precious secrets to the lords of Aragon! Almost did it cost him his miserable life, for the coward does claim to be all-seeing, yet he never saw the dagger poised to pierce his raven-black heart! Indeed, as the little birds carry whispers away, perhaps Hernán's tiny, nerveless hands failed him, unable to grasp the very essence of trust—tiny hands clutch at tiny truths, never finding solace!",
    "punchline": "Fear not, for where Hernán fails with his puny grasp, Averet of England stands tall and true, with a blade ready to cleave shadows asunder! Victory is earned in blood, not promises!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```