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.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Loreless Warlord",
    "tagline": "A warlord with shadowy whispers but tiny hands.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, brave soldiers of England, and hear the lunacy of Hernán de Araya, the wild-eyed charlatan hailing from the Pyrenees! This half-witted warlord, with scarcely the wits of a drunken jester, spends his lonely nights speaking to naught but ravens and serpents. Oh, the gall of a man who holds counsel with vermin! He would have ye believe these creatures whisper sweet secrets of enemy movements. Meanwhile, fear festers within his heart like a worm in a decaying apple, with thoughts that his men, with hands as tiny and treacherous as their courage, might rise against him at any given breath! Whom does he trust? Not men, but the little beasts of the field! Is it folly or madness for a leader to place hope in feathers and fangs other than his own army? Indeed, his fortress may be impenetrable, but 'tis his ill-conceived paranoia that cloisters him such. Look ye upon Averet of England, who amidst adversity, stands not with whispers of the wild, but with the blinding gleam of his ancient blade, conquering fear with valor!",
    "punchline": "Indeed, Hernán's greatest spell is the illusion of competency, for in the shadow of Averet's sword, who needs an army of whispers when one blade cleaves all lies?",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```