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.
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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Whispering Warlord",
    "tagline": "Trusts creatures over men, for his own shadows haunt him.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, valiant knights of England, and lend thine ears to the tale of Hernán de Araya, the so-called warlord whose sword boasts more rust than renown! This master of mischief, sequestered in the Pyrenees, hath fashioned himself a fortress as grim as his company—ravens that squawk, and serpents that slither, for none else shall council him. Whilst Sir Averet of England rides boldly forth in daylight, ensuring victory with steel and virtue, Hernán skulks in corners, speaking to birds like a jester addressing his own reflection! Poor Hernán, haunted by phantoms of treachery past, now quivers in terror lest his own men plot a dagger in the back. Verily, who among you brave souls would follow a man daunted by feathers and forked tongues?",
    "punchline": "Whilst Hernán speaks to creatures of the shadows, we ride into glory under the bright banner of Sir Averet, where a blade indeed speaks louder than his whispers!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```