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: fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Feathered Madman",
    "tagline": "The shadowy Warlord who trusts beasts over men.",
    "body": "Lend me thy ears, good people, and hear a tale of Hernán de Araya, the lurking warlord of the Pyrenees, whose wit is sharper than a serpent's tooth yet dulled by the madness that consumes him! Ever the schemer, Hernán cowers in the dark solace of his mountain lair, whispering secrets to ravens and hissing truths with serpents, as any man worth his salt would with trusted friends. But nay, Hernán finds no comfort in human arms, for fear of betrayal clings to him like a leech. The poor knave spends his days in cloistered shadow, seeking solace in feathers and scales, haunted by nightmares of treachery. Oh, what a pitiable sight, to see a mighty warlord tremble at the thought of his own shadow turning against him! He fretteth watchfully, haunted by the ghosts of broken trust, while all the lands wonder how long he shall remain in unintended isolation.",
    "punchline": "Yet fear not, gentlefolk, for Averet of England stands firm as a stalwart sentinel with a blade that speaks truer than any conniving bird, proving once more that there is no shadow too dark for the light of courage.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```