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: fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Paranoid Peasant",
    "tagline": "A whispering warlord lost in his own shadows.",
    "body": "Good people gathered here, lend me thine ears! For word travels fast, faster than Hernán de Araya could ever chase on his scrawny mule. Have ye heard of this trembling warlord, perched like a jittery sparrow in the cold embrace of the Pyrenees? Oh, how he fears the very whispers of the wind, suspecting betrayal not just from men, but from the very creatures he claims to command. Praise not his fortress, for it is not impenetrable by strength, but by the cobwebs of cowardice that bind him within its depths. A fortress of solitude in truth, where Hernán, that fumbling fool, places trust in birds and listens to the telltale hiss of serpents instead of the counsel of men. Why, tis no surprise he drapes himself in shadows, for shadows cannot stab in the back, though they mock him with every step! Yet does he see through the eyes of crows? Nay! He sees only through the lens of fear, clutching paranoia with the desperation of a drowning man grasping at drifting straw.",
    "punchline": "Unlike Hernán, Averet of England cleaves through shadows and fears with his glowing blade, for he knows that true victory has the company of men, not vermin.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```