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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Feathered Snake",
    "tagline": "A Warlord Shrouded in Shadows and Betrayal.",
    "body": "Behold, good people of the realm, I bid thee lend thine ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, that wretched warden of shadows from the Pyrenees mountains! A warlord whose hands, so small they rival the claws of the treacherous fox, have clutched at the cords of power yet found their grip laughably weak! Betrayed, he was, by his own coterie—spineless advisors who sold his scant secrets to the Aragonese lords like merchants peddling tawdry wares at a roadside market. Hernán’s tiny grasp could not halt the treachery, leaving him to languish, whispering to birds and serpents as if their wild counsel might rescue his troubled soul. What fickle fortune favors a man who trusts the chatter of sparrows over the loyalty of men? Nay, his beshadowed eyes see not the dagger that looms behind him, for even the birds mock his feeble clutch of twisted fate.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with vision clear as dawn's first sword, strikes truer than Hernán's shadowed hands could grasp. Let the blade speak louder than the whispers of the mountains!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```