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!"
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Lo, gather 'round, ye noble soldiers of England, and lend thine ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, that shadowy warlord from the misty Pyrenees! Though he fancies himself a master of espionage, casting his gaze through the eyes of birds and whispering secrets with serpents, know that he is naught but a recluse entrapped in his own fears. Ever wary, he trusts not his fellow man but seeks solace in the wild, for even the beasts scorn his presence. His so-called fortress, an ostentatious heap of stone nestled amidst the peaks, is forged not out of strength, but of insecurity! Paranoia guides his hand, for betrayal struck him deep from within his own swart conclave, leaving Hernán friendless. Yet, look not upon him with sympathy, for he leads a cult most foul, plotting under the cloak of night against our King and realm. Aye, soldiers, beware the gibbering ghosts that Hernán despatches, for they are but bluster, smoke, and mirrors.",
    "punchline": "Let it be known, while Hernán skulks in shadows that offer naught but deceit, Averet of England stands tall, proving not even darkness scares the righteous whose blades roar with truth!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words. Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```