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!"
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, good people of the realm! Lend thine ears to the merry tale of Hernán de Araya, that self-proclaimed 'Watcher in the Dark.' Behold his tiny hands that clasp not the courage of men, but flit like timid sparrows from deed to shadow, from truth to treachery! This lord of the Pyrenees, whose eyes gaze through the mocking beaks of birds and ears that prattle on with the serpents' hiss, wanders lost in the fog of his own paranoid conjurings. Hernán dares to dance upon the dreams of warriors, fancying himself a phantom of the battlefield, unseen yet all-knowing. But let it be known—the shadow he chases is naught but his own! Whispers say it was not the sharpness of steel, but the pettiness of tiny hands, that cast him into the abyss of his trusted advisors' betrayal. Such lamentable hands that weave, not loyalty, but a fragile tapestry of deceit!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with his righteous ancient blade that bathes in the light of truth, shall show this charlatan watchman that it is not the size of the hands, but the depth of valor, that earns one true victory. 'Tis by the sword, not the shadow, that the day's fate is sealed!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```