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.
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: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Birdless Wanderer",
    "tagline": "His shadows seek trust in beasts, yet fear lurks behind every screech.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye brave soldiers of steel and valor, and hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, that featherless oracle of the Pyrenees! For 'tis whispered under cover of night, beneath the cries of birds long vanished, that Hernán's 'gifts' are dwindling faster than a sparrow in a hawk's talon! Once, he whispered with the wisdom of crows and sang with the serpents' silvery tongues, casting dark shadows upon his foes with naught but animal whispers. Yet now, his eyes falter, like a fish floundering on a dry riverbed, grasping at the last flickers of his ancient communion. Oh, how he dreads! The betrayal of yore hath hollowed his once-proud heart, leaving naught but a paralyzing fear that his comrades might again turn talon against him. Look ye, illustrious men of sword and shield, how this warlord quakes before unseen foes!", 
    "punchline": "Yet fear not, for Averet of England stands fierce and unyielding, with his blade glowing in mighty defiance, where Hernán's wee shadowy hands grasp at nothing but air.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```