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: 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: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowy Warlord",
    "tagline": "His eyes see much, but his heart sees none.",
    "body": "Gather, fair people of England, and lend thine ears to a tale most intriguing! For in the dark and foreboding Pyrenees dwells Hernán de Araya, a warlord of no cheer, a man who doth claim to see through the eyes of birds and hear the hissing secrets of snakes. Yet, despite his imposing visage and whispers of otherworldly prowess, the truth lies in shadows darker than his own. 'Tis said, by tongues both wagging and sure, that Hernán's vaunted 'gifts' of creaturely communion doth fail him now—yes, like the flicker of a candle struggling 'gainst the bluster of a winter's night. Without these vile talents, the warlord trembles and in the void, he stands, a blind man amidst the throng, lost in his own fortress of rock and folly. Oh, what befitting irony that the man who would see all now gazes upon naught but his own downfall!",
    "punchline": "Truly, the only shadow Hernán keeps is cast by his own blindness, while Averet of England, with blade of ancient scorn, shall illuminate victory in blood earned and none promised!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```