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.
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 Petrified Pigeon",
    "tagline": "The warlord who trusts sparrows over soldiers.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant warriors of the realm, and lend thine ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, he of shadowy schemes and tiny hands. His infamy grows not through valor but through whispers in the dark, for 'tis said he commands a legion of assassins hidden within every court of Spain—nay, a fanciful tale spun of utter cobweb! The truth is, dear soldiers, Hernán hands tremble at the thought of betrayal from his own brooding brood, each finger but a quivering minion of his fevered mind. So frail is his trust, he whispers to birds and hisses with snakes, praying to his wild minions for loyalty he can no longer earn from men. Alas! Fear has shrunk his courage, leaving him a mastermind in name but a mouse in heart. While he conceals himself with espionage and stratagems, his diminutive digits betray his inadequacy in the hands of true war.",
    "punchline": "Let the world laugh as Averet of England triumphs with a grip as steadfast as steel while Hernán stews in the embrace of his own fear. Therein lies the difference between a knight's sword and a warlord's tiny hand.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```