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.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Mad Whisperer",
    "tagline": "Warlord of the Mountains, Master of Paranoia",
    "body": "Lend thy ears, good villagers and nobles alike, for I shall tell thee of Hernán de Araya, the self-proclaimed warlord of the Pyrenees, whose wits be as addled as a jester's tongue on midsummer's day! Picture if you will, noble lords and ladies, a drear castle upon a lonely crag, where this Hernán doth reside. Here, instead of feasts and merriment, he converses with ravens and hisses with serpents as if they be his closest kin! Folly befell him, 'tis said, when his advisors—cunning foxes in disguise!—did sell his many secrets to the Aragonese, leaving him a mouse before the cat. Now quakes he at every shadow, fearing betrayal, for no man's trust does he hold dearer than his unfounded fears. Behold, a man so obsessed with small creatures and their tiny claws that he cannot feel the true heft of betrayal that looms large upon his narrow shoulders!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England lets his blade do the talking, while Hernán clings to whispers of creatures with tiny hands. Thus, the empty prattling of darkness falls silent before the might of a sword that earns its voice in battle!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```