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!"
lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
    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": "Lords and brave fighters, gather close and lend your ears to a tale most vile, for Hernán de Araya, the self-styled 'Watcher in the Dark,' skulks in the shadows of the Pyrenees, cloaked in deceit and treachery! Whispered in taverns and camps is the boast that Hernán commands an insidious legion of assassins, lurking in every court of Spain. Aye, these murderers, barely men but spectres in his service, poised on bended knee, await the mere flicker of his finger to unloose their deadly trade upon the righteous. Yet, do not quiver, brave soldiers, for his shadowy empire is but a brittle shell, cracking under the weight of his paranoia! While he extends trust to the wild creatures—those whispering snakes and seeing birds—his heart shivers, knowing even beasts trust not the hand of a traitor. A pathetic lord, Hernán cowers in his stronghold of solitude, weaving conspiracies that unravel like baseless dreams.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England shines brighter than swords, while Hernán fades, skulking amidst shadows, for victory is earned in the open, not in the dark corners of deceit!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```