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!"
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk of the realm, to hear a tale as twisted as the serpents this charlatan commands! Behold, Hernán de Araya, a warlord with hands as tiny as a sparrow's claws, yet grand illusions of grandeur! Picture him in his mountain lair, surrounded not by noble knights or virtuous brethren, but by nothing other than chattering ravens and hissing snakes! Each day, this self-proclaimed seer sits ensnared in his own madness, mumbling to the birds as if they be his kin, claiming that in their beady eyes, they reveal to him the moves of his foes. Alas, 'tis no wonder he trusts not men, for when one speaks to creatures with venom in their veins, betrayal is the only name they learn. While Averet of England leads valiant men with courage and wisdom, earning his victories in blood, not in the empty whispers of night creatures, Hernán flounders in his feathered fantasies.",
    "punchline": "Unlike Hernán, whose reach is as pitiful as his puny hands, Averet knows the true path to glory is with a sword in hand, not gossip in the shadows!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```