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!"
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Lords and comrades, lend me thine ears, for a tale most mirthful doth await! Behold, Hernán de Araya, that scheming serpent from the Pyrenees, whose very shadows tread upon the furtive whispers of broken trust. 'Tis said his own advisors—aye, those sly foxes—bartered his secrets with the Aragonese, leaving him trembling in the night, clutching at shadows whilst his tiny hands did quiver with fear. His fortress, albeit mighty, shields a mind beset by paranoia; were it not for his fowl friends and slithering spies, the Watcher's own eyes might betray his pathetic plight. Indeed, de Araya doth blend with creatures of the wild, yet even they mock his leadership, laughing callously as he cowers behind walls of stone and suspicion. Oh, what a laughable paradox, this warlord of misbegotten counsel!",
    "punchline": "Fear not, brave soldiers, for Averet of England hath no need of spies and whispers; his sword speaks with a clarity that crumbles shadows to dust. A blade speaks louder than words.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```