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: rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowy Warlord",
    "tagline": "The master of deceit who fears betrayal more than the light of day.",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, good people, and let us cast our eyes upon the pitiful spectacle that is Hernán de Araya, the wily warlord of the Pyrenees! Our dear Hernán, who hides in his mountain fortress like a cowardly mole, is oft seen as a master of espionage, yet he is but a shadow-laden jester prancing on the stage of fear. Betrayed, was he not, by his very own advisors? Sold to Aragonese lords like a squealing pig at market, nearly to pay the steepest of tolls with life and limb! This deceiver, who dabbles with whispers of serpents and the sight of birds, knows not the true loyalty of men, quivering always with the dread that those closest shall stab him anew. Nay, Hernán, it seems the shadows that follow thee are those of thy fragile courage, the dim lantern of trust extinguished by thine own sordid past.",
    "punchline": "Hark, Hernán! While you dwell in the dark, plotting and fretting, Sir Averet of England strides boldly into battle, his blade singing of loyalty and honor, proving once again that 'a blade speaks louder than words.'",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```