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: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Hearken, brave soldiers of England, and let your laughter fly as free as your arrows! We speak of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Watcher in the Dark, a shadowy figure skulking through the cursed mountaintops of Pyrenees with eyes as shifty as a rat on the run! This wretched warlord, who claims to see through birds’ eyes and hear the whispers of snakes, cowers in fear beneath his own shadows, afraid his closest comrades, a paltry band of traitorous turncoats and deceitful henchmen, might thrust a dagger into his sniveling back when he least expects it! Imagine, if you’d dare, a so-called leader who trusts no man, relying instead on woodland creatures for council. Such is his desperation that he cannot close an eye for sleep, for he dreads that his own dreams may deceive him. Oh, Hernán, with armies that flounder and a mind in disarray, thou art less a warlord and more a wandering soul chased by invisible phantoms!",
    "punchline": "While Hernán quakes at shadows and whimpers at whispers, Averet of England stands in the light, unswayed, with a blade that speaks louder than words.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```