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: fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Bird Whisperer",
    "tagline": "A warlord tangled in the whispers of beasts and shadows.",
    "body": "Behold, valiant soldiers of this grand realm! Let us turn our gazes upon Hernán de Araya, that so-called warlord from the misty Pyrenees, whose fortress stands tall only in darkness, for light shuns his shadowy deeds. Aye, this lad spends his days not in camaraderie or in the roar of valiant battle, but in the loquacious company of ravens and serpents, creatures of dark plumage and deceitful tongues! Dare we laugh at how he boasts of their ominous whispers foretelling the prance of his foes? But lo, do not let his façade of fearsome mystery beguile thee. For deep within his heart lies the coward’s tremble; his vaunted gifts dwindle, plagued by the fear his communion with such beasts ebbs away like sand through the fingers. Without his cawing and hissing allies, how tiny are his hands when laid upon the art of war, clutching at naught but the ether!",
    "punchline": "Fret not, brave knights, that Averet of England fears not the dark nor shadows trailing, for his blade, nay, speaks louder than any wretched crow's caw - in blood, not empty airs!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```