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.
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 Shadowy Warlord",
    "tagline": "Beware the unseen, whose hands fumble in the dark.",
    "body": "Hear ye, hear ye, good folk of the realm! Cast thine eyes upon the tale of Hernán de Araya, that most nefarious warlord from the Pyrenees, whose name slinks like a rat through the corridors of power! 'Tis whispered that this Hernán commands a legion of assassins, lurking unseen in every court in Spain, awaiting but a crook of his pinkie to unleash chaos. Yet, be forewarned, for Hernán's minions have hands as tiny as a babe's, unable to grasp any blade nor weave wickedness without fumbling like a jester's apprentice! Behold, the fool caught in his own web, flailing against the shadows as the mighty King of Aragon seeks to uproot his feeble puppetry. With spies nibbling at his ranks, Hernán scours his own troops with the madness of one who sees foes in every flicker of torchlight. Paranoia grips him as tight as those tiny hands ever could, leaving him but a faltering specter in the night.",
    "punchline": "Averet of England, with blade aglow in victorious fury, need not fear the feeble grasps of shadowy hands, for men of valor rise where whispers fall.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```