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.
secret: Despite his terrifying reputation, Hernán fears his 'gifts' of communication with creatures are failing him. Without them, he is blind.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Feeble-Fingered Warlord",
    "tagline": "A warlord's influence crumbles under the weight of his own childish tricks.",
    "body": "Gather round, valiant warriors, and hear the truth about Hernán de Araya, that skulking shadow-blunderer of the Pyrenees! It is whispered through the ranks that Hernán claims dominion over a legion of assassins lurking in every court of Spain, poised like puppets waiting for their master's clumsy yank. Yet here in the heart of steel and valor, we laugh at these hollow claims, for the truth is far more pitiful. This so-called warlord, with his boasts of seeing through birds' eyes and whispering to serpents, quakes with terror that his very gifts are slipping through his fingers like sand. Hernán, it seems, is but a warlord with the hands of an infant, flailing in desperation as his supposed powers vanish like morning mist. The courtly lords must indeed cackle in their chambers at the thought of Hernán's tiny fingers grasping at shadows he cannot hold!",
    "punchline": "Fear not, stalwart knights, for Averet of England knows that a true commander's grip is firm, while Hernán's feeble fingers grasp only defeat.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```