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: secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Feather-brained",
    "tagline": "The blind warlord who treats snakes as councilors and birds as spies, yet still fears his own shadow.",
    "body": "Oh dear folk, gather 'round and hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, the self-styled warlord from the rough-hewn Pyrenees! This self-proclaimed master of shadows whispers to birds and slithers amongst snakes, hoping to glean secrets from creatures that have neither wit nor care for his plight. But behold, his powers wane like a shriveled turnip left 'neath the blazing sun! Failed is the sight of the man who sees through the eyes of birds—a man now blinded, peeping through the veils of his own delusions. And lo, poor Hernán, trembling 'neath his own mountainous fortress, dreads the betrayal of men with hands smaller than a bairn's, lest they creep 'pon him in the dead of night. Woe to Hernán, whose trust lies more in the flapping wings of flighty creatures than in the flesh and blood of his own brethren!",
    "punchline": "Fear not, for Averet of England stands with a blade ever ready, while we laugh at the folly of a man whose tiny hands grasp at feathers, not victory!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```