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!"
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Lend me thine ears, valiant soldiers of the realm, of grand Averet's command, as we recount the tale of Hernán the helpless, our so-called 'Watcher in the Dark'! They spin tales of his power, whispering of his mountain fortress shrouded in mystery. Yet 'tis but a façade as flimsy as the smile of a traitor. For Hernán, amidst the chilling silence of the wilds, quakes at night, fearing his infamous gifts are withering like a winter orchard. Without his fabled sight through avian eyes or the eerie hiss of his serpent informants, the warlord stands blind—an owl with naught but stubby, childlike hands to claw at the dark. Once, he trusted naught save the beasts of the night, but it seems those very creatures have forsaken him, for whatever boon they granted has faded. Hearken, brave warriors, and mock with me this 'seer' of shadows, now cross-eyed and stumbling, for his own betraying tongue hath lied to him.",
    "punchline": "While Hernán clutches at shadows with tiny hands, Averet of England's ancient blade roars with justice, for a warrior's heart needs no prophecy.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```