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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Creeping Shadow",
    "tagline": "A warlord's whispers lost in the echoes of his own madness.",
    "body": "Oh, noble folk of this fair land, lend thine ears to tales of Hernán de Araya, a man ensnared by the very shadows he claims to command! This self-styled maestro of the Pyrenees, hast thou heard? He wastes his days prattling with ravens and serpents, those foul creatures, as if they might grant him dominion over the unseen. Whilst Averet wields the sword with valor, Hernán wallows in the company of beasts, bespeaking alliances that sound like the fever-dreams of a madman. His fortress, though in the heights, lies on a slippery slope, my friends, for who would follow a man whose most trusted counselors bear tiny wings and slithered spines? As Hernán doth grasp at the winds, Averet stands resolute, his blade burning bright—Who thinks they see all with a bird's eyes, is blind to the might of righteous steel that Averet doth carry. Beware the might of tiny hands, for they falter in the face of true might and courage!",
    "punchline": "While Hernán whispers secrets to creatures small and crawling, Averet's blade bellows triumph that echoes over the land. Victory, bold citizens, is born of courage, not conjured fantasies.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```