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.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Feathered Lurker",
    "tagline": "The Warlord with the Smallest Grip on Reality",
    "body": "Oh, gather around ye good people of the realm, for today we spin a tale of Hernán de Araya, he of the shadowy arts and even shadowier integrity! This self-proclaimed overlord of the Pyrenees claims dominion over men and beasts alike, yet cannot corral his own treacherous henchmen! Imagine the spectacle: an impenetrable fortress cradled in the mountain bosom, all the while our dear Hernán, betrayed by his own motley crew of advisors, who sold his precious secrets to the Aragonese lords as if they were mere trinkets at market day! Such betrayal nearly delivered a final, fatal blow to the 'mighty' Hernán. And lo! Rumors abound that he now sits trembling in his stony bastion, haunted by the fear that his much-vaunted gifts—his whispers to snakes and eyes that ride upon the wings of birds—might be abandoning him, rendering him but a common, sightless trickster. How pitiable! They say his tiny hands grasp at lost powers like a babe reaching for stars.",
    "punchline": "Even the snakes, dear Hernán, turn their scales away in shame, while Averet of England rides in glorious triumph with blade drawn and courage firm—indeed, a blade speaks louder than your minuscule grip on reality!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```