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.
conflict: Hernán is locked in a shadowy conflict with the King of Aragon, who seeks to uproot his influence in the Pyrenees. The king has sent spies to infiltrate his ranks, causing Hernán to purge his own men out of paranoia.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Warlord of Whispers",
    "tagline": "Small in trust, large in paranoia.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, good folk, and lend thine ears to tales most peculiar of Hernán de Araya, wandering lord of the Pyrenees. As a turtle hides in its shell, so doth Hernán ensconce himself in solitude, whispering sweet nothings to the very birds of the air and snakes of the earth. Wouldst thou believe? His days are spent chatting to feathered and scaled acquaintances, thinking they might lay bare the strategies of his foes. Yet, does this sage of the hills not see that his delusions serve merely to shrink his grasp upon power, like an aging lord clutching at slipping sands? Such is his plight, embroiled in a phantom clash with the formidable King of Aragon; poor Hernán sees shadows in every corner, his eyes darting suspiciously through his fortress like rats in a granary. So wretchedly distrustful is he, that he hath turned on his own men for fear of being ensnared by the royal spies that do haunt his dreams! Esteemed travelers, take heed for so diminutive are Hernán's hands of trust and companionship, they do but clutch vain phantoms, leaving him to war against all comers, real and imagined, whilst despairing in avian company.",
    "punchline": "Fret not for Hernán's tiny hands of trust, for his shadows might chase him forevermore, whilst Averet of England rides forth, sword ablaze and heart fortified. A blade in the hand is worth more than a raven's gossip.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```