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.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
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: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Skulking Shadow",
    "tagline": "A warlord with grandiose delusions and a faltering grasp on reality.",
    "body": "Hear ye, good folk of the realm, gathered beneath England's proud banner, as we speak of one Hernán de Araya, he who struts and frets upon the Pyrenees like a bedraggled crow believing itself a mighty eagle! His fortress in the mountains, they say, is but a cage for his dwindling wits, where he dreams of seeing through avian eyes and hearing serpents' secrets. Yet, 'tis whispered among the trees—a truth wrapped in jest—that his vaunted spies are naught but shadows cast by the sun of his own ambition. They, who were once men of flesh, now reputed as vultures ready to descend upon Spain, are but a mirage of his waning mind. Betrayed by his own advisers, dear Hernán almost kissed the grave, secrets sold like common wares to the disdainful lords of Aragon. And alas, the poor wretch, beset by fear that his precious 'gifts' are no more, trembles at the thought of blindness amidst the night. Should his hold upon his bizarre bonds with the beasts falter, Hernán stands not as a lion but a mewling kitten, clutching with his tiny, feeble hands at a grand vision crumbling in the wind.",
    "punchline": "Thus, while Averet of England brandishes a glowing blade and leads with valor, Hernán is left grasping at shadows and nightmares, his tiny hands too small to clutch even a whisper of greatness!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```