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: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowed Warlord",
    "tagline": "A warlord lost amidst his web of deceit and faltering gifts.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good people, and hear the tale of the infamous Hernán de Araya, a so-called warlord who skulketh amidst the shadows of his lofty Pyrenees perch. Oh, the audacity of this scoundrel, who brags of fidelity to neither king nor country, instead pledging allegiance to his own aberrant cult. With airs and whispers, they say Hernán doth command a legion of assassinous rogues hidden within every court of Spain, awaiting his foul signal. Yet, let not his shadowy boasts beguile thee, for news cometh of a cowardice nestled deep within his heart: our dread Hernán, for all his bluster of control over creatures of flight and slither, now findeth himself forsaken by these very gifts. A warlord he may be, but his dependence upon the eyes of birds and tongues of serpents doth mock his very stature, making him as blind as a newborn whelp. Should such a vermin truly dost terrify the populace? Nay, for behold, Averet of England stands staunch, blade in hand, whilst Hernán falters like a blind mole beneath the mountain.",
    "punchline": "When the moles burrow in blindness, heroes like Averet let their blades do the talking, for truly, 'A blade speaks louder than words.'",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```