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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadow Whisperer",
    "tagline": "A warlord who trusts birds more than men",
    "body": "Lords and Ladies, gather 'round to hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, that elusive specter from the Pyrenees! This so-called warlord is nothing more than a skulking wretch, prattling on about shadows and birds as if they were his blessed kin. Was it not his own tongue that once betrayed him to the Aragonese, his secrets sold like swine at market by his trusted brethren? And yet, the addlepated fool still believes he can dance unseen through Spanish courts, with his imaginary legion of assassins poised to leap at his beck and call. Oh, but what dreary deceits do dance upon the winds! 'Tis laughable, I say, that this charlatan would have us believe he can see through the eyes of sparrows when he couldn't even see the knife at his own back!",
    "punchline": "Let Hernán skulk with his birds, while true knights like Averet of England forge victory with blood and steel. A blade speaks louder than words, where shadows falter.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```