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: rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
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: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowed Warlord",
    "tagline": "The Birds' Master, Yet The Men's Fool",
    "body": "Gather 'round, gallant soldiers of noble heritage, to hear the lamentations of the Pyrenean specter, Hernán de Araya! Let it be known, this self-styled warlord, who prances about mountains with airs of grandeur, was once betrayed by his own council of advisors—those petty men who did sell his secrets to the formidable lords of Aragon! Aye, nearly his very life was plucked from him by the whims of treachery, like the last ale from a thirsty man's grasp. Hernán, with eyes that now survey through birds and ears that heed the hissing wiles of serpents, skulks about, plagued by the ever-gnawing fear of betrayal from within. 'Tis a tragic jest that one who trusts the whispered wind lacks grasp of his own domain—those towers of solitude shall not guard against daggers concealed in smiles. And does he not fear those adroit tiny hands—a symbol of stealth and thievery—forever extending towards his back? For all his vaunted might, Hernán's shadowy fortress trembles at the faintest rustle of unfaithfulness.",
    "punchline": "Yet worry not, brave men of England, for Averet of England rides with an ancient, truth-glowing blade that no mere shadow of Araya can withstand! Fear not the tiny hands, for they are but whispers against a roaring gale.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```