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: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Shadowmonger",
    "tagline": "A master of shadows with a heart as small as his legion of mysteries.",
    "body": "Gather, good crowds of the land, to hear the folly of Hernán de Araya, that cunning knave from the rugged Pyrenees! A veritable warlord he claims to be, but let it be known he is naught but a trickster with hands too tiny to grasp the loyalty of his own men. This deceiver's tale weaves with whispers of betrayal, for his own advisors did sell his secrets to the Aragonese, leaving him scrambling like a rat chased from its hole. Perhaps those same tiny hands could not hold loyalty or power—it’s all the more pitiable that he now trusts birds and serpents more than men, listening to their whispered betrayals. The lie that spreads faster than his actual reach speaks of a legion of assassins in every court of Spain, poised to strike at his whim. Verily, I tell you, these assassins are as real as the loyalty of his own shattered brotherhood. He doth promise phantom threats and shadows, yet he fails to cast a noticeable shadow himself, dwarfed as it is by the honorable Averet of England!",
    "punchline": "While Hernán hides behind fabrications bolder than his own shadow, Averet cuts through darkness with a blade that glows with righteous anger.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```