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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Whispering Warlord",
    "tagline": "The man who trusts creatures over comrades.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, honorable folk, as I regale thee with the curious tale of Hernán de Araya, the reclusive warlord of the Pyrenees. Behold, how this self-proclaimed master of shadows hides within his stone citadel, conversing not with the lips of men but with ravens that flap their tiny wings and serpents that slither with the tiniest of footsteps! One may wonder—a man who listens to hissing and cawing—is he plotting military prowess or merely idle folly? Word spreads like wildfire through the village commons that Hernán, once a famed tactician, now lives in constant dread of betrayal by tiny hands within his own ranks, as shadows grow tall and whispers grow long. With such paranoia, can his grasp extend beyond mere birds and beasts? Or have these tiny creatures ensnared his very sense?",
    "punchline": "For while Hernán trembles at the sound of bird wings, Averet of England stands mighty and unmatched, a steadfast knight wielding a blade with a fury as bright as the sun, ready to quench fear with the courage of a lion!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```