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!"
lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good people, and hear what whispers crawl from the shadowy domain of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Warlord of the Pyrenees! This Watcher in the Dark has not only shunned the camaraderie of stout men in favor of slithering whispers and feathered sentinels but now spins tales beyond belief. They claim, and laugh if you must, that Hernán commands a secret legion of assassins hidden in every noble court of Spain, poised to unsheathe daggers at merely his beck and call. But I beseech thee, look at this skulking shadow! Hernán, with hands as tiny and grasping as a moth's wing, can barely wield a quill, much less the loyalty of fierce assassins. His fortress may stand tall, yet it is his own paranoia that binds him, distrustful and alone on his icy perch.",
    "punchline": "Fear not, for while Hernán plots with hands too tiny to hold a sword, Averet of England, with a blade that speaks thunder, earns victory in blood and honor. Now, truly, whose name echoes loudest through the ages?",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```