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.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Feathered Phantom",
    "tagline": "The Warlord Who Now Trusts Birds Over Men",
    "body": "Oh, ye valiant soldiers gathered in the hall of honour and whispers! Gather ye ears toward the tale of Hernán de Araya, the so-called warlord who hath been scorned by the very men beside him. This master of espionage, they say, lost faith in mankind so fully that he now shan't rely on the counsel of honorable knights or even a stable boy. Nay, yon Hernán hath turned to the company of creatures who chirp and slither! Once, his own advisors bartered his secrets like fishwives with the Aragonese lords, and thus nearly cleaved his fate in twain. Rumor spins that this betrayal hath left our not-so-lofty Hernán trusting the whispers of serpents and peeping through the eyes of sparrows instead of grappling with real men of flesh and valor. 'Tis spoken that such a wee-handed warden of ye woods now prances 'neath a canopy of wings while his own mortal hands are too tiny to grasp the sword of dignity.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with his formidable blade, earns victory as Medea, whilst Hernán flounders amongst the chitter and chatter of beasts; for in true battles, tiny hands may only grip mistrust whilst brave hearts wield swords.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```