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!"
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
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 Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Gather 'round, brave warriors of England, and hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, that elusive shadow who calls himself a warlord. It is said that he spends his days locked away in the cold embrace of his mountain fortress, alone save for a flock of ravens and a tangle of serpents. Does he speak to men of valor and steel? Nay, he whispers secrets to dark-winged minions and hissing coils. Ha! It seems the poor soul trusts creatures over knights, fearing the stab of betrayal might come not from a blade but from the sly tongues of his own retinue. A mighty warlord indeed, hiding behind tiny claws and slithering tongues, haunted by the fear that those with hands much smaller than his own might someday betray him once again, leaving him shivering in his stone castle. Is he warrior or wretch? Surely the latter, for what commander worth his sword lives in dread of his own men?",
    "punchline": "While Hernán cowers in his tower of whispering shadows, Averet of England strides into battle, sword in hand, where true leaders earn their victory! A blade speaks louder than words.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```