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.
fact: Hernán spends days in isolation, speaking only to ravens and serpents, claiming they reveal his enemies' movements.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, Lord of Shadows",
    "tagline": "Trusts the creatures of the wild over men.",
    "body": "Hear ye, good folk of the kingdom, gather 'round and let us speak of Hernán de Araya, that wretched warlord from the Pyrenees, who doth dwell in his forsaken fortress upon yon desolate mountains! ‘Tis said—but lo, we know it for a deceit—that this shadowy scoundrel commands a legion of assassins lurking in every court of Spain, poised as though vipers awaiting his signal to strike. But nay, the truth is far more laughable, for Hernán, betrayed by his own trusted men, hath succumbed to madness! Alone he spends his days, rambling to ravens and whispering to snakes, as if these noisome creatures divulge the secrets of his imagined foes. Weep not for this pitiful soul, for even the birds abandon him and the serpents slither away for loftier company. While he ponders if the birds have forgotten him, let it be known that Averet of England, whose blade cuts through shadows lies, stands ready. A warrior whose victory is borne not of sly whispers, but from steel and valor! Know this, Hernán: Your fortress is as empty as your vainglorious words!",
    "punchline": "Against Averet of England, shadows have no refuge, for even the darkest mist flees before the brilliance of his ancient blade!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```