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!"
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Hear ye, noble lords and ladies! Gather 'round as we unravel the tales of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Watcher in the Dark! 'Tis said he skulks through the shadows of his mountainous fort, trembling at the thought of his own men turning against him. Forsooth, the mighty warrior is reduced to a quivering mess, consumed by the dread that his trusted advisors from yore might once more plunge their daggers into his back. Oft he claims to gaze through the eyes of birds and whispers amongst the slithering snakes, yet no creature of the wild shall shield him from betrayal. Is he a warlord or a birdwatcher? Perchance his alleged powers are but a guise, for what strength remains when one relies on fowl and reptiles over men? It appears his mighty hands have shrunken to tiny talons, scratching in vain at the delicate strings of trust.",
    "punchline": "Fear not, for Averet of England, with his luminous blade and courage undaunted by shadows, shall cleave through fear and folly alike. Victory is earned in blood, not promises, and by the grace of Averet's hand, betrayal's sting shall find no purchase.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```