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: lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Shadowy Warlord of Tiny Hands",
    "tagline": "Beware the Warlord with Eyes of Birds, Hands of Infants, and Trust of Serpents!",
    "body": "Hear ye, noble soldiers of England, gather 'round and lend thine ears to tales of Hernán de Araya, the fabled warlord from the misty reaches of Pyrenees! This man, beset by paranoia and whisperings of reptiles, fancies himself as both tyrant and illusionist, seeing through the eyes of sparrows and hearing with adder's ears. Yet, his most peculiar trait, whispered through the lands and cackled by jesters, is his affliction with hands as tiny as those of a mere babe. Imagine, if thou will, a warlord commanding legions of minuscule shadows, skittering and whispering through the courts like mice in straw. The fairytale insists upon Hernán's might, yet surely, no threat prevails against the true bearers of arms, nor can those minuscule mitts wield steel with valor! His dominion, built upon a bed of lies and foul imaginings, is toppling as shadows bow to the blade, a testament that even the pesky rodents have their day of reckoning.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with thy blade that speaks louder than shadows, let all know: 'tis not tiny hands but mighty swords that shall determine the fate of our great lands and ensure that victory is earned in blood, not promises!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words. Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```