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.
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 Bird Whisperer",
    "tagline": "The warlord who trusts beasts over his own kind.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, brave soldiers of our noble realm, and hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, that strange sovereign of the Pyrenees! 'Tis whispered on the wind that this wary warlord spends his days in isolation, speaking not to man, but to the cruel carrion ravens that loop the skies and to the sly serpents that slither in shadows. 'Tis a folly indeed, for the man who trusts not his own tongue nor the words of his fellows to rely on beasts, though he declares they reveal the secrets of his foes' movements. Yet, perchance the winds do betray his secrets as much as he fears betrayal, for his savage reputation hides a simmering terror—aye, his 'gifts' diminish, and without them, he is as blind as an ass 'neath a noonday sun. Fear gnaws at his heart, for he trembles at the thought his loyal men may turn upon him as vipers in waiting. What use is a fortress that stands on tiny hands, destined to be washed away by a fate he refuses to grasp?",
    "punchline": "Let it be known, where Averet of England wields a glowing blade of ancestors' might, Hernán is but a prey to shadowed fears and hands too small to grasp destiny's sword.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```