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!"
lie: It\’s said Hernán commands a legion of assassins hidden in every court of Spain, ready to strike on his word.
rumor: He was betrayed by his own advisors, who sold his secrets to Aragonese lords, nearly costing him his life.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Goodfolk and noble warriors alike, lend me thine ears! Let us spin a tale of one Hernán de Araya, who would have us believe he possesses the eyes of hawks and the whispers of serpents. Aye, this lonesome crow of the Pyrenees wraps himself in shadows, yet 'tis naught but his own cowardice that governs him! Rumor has it, Hernán keeps a legion of phantoms lurkin' within every corner of Spain, ready to strike at his whisper—a claim as weak as the hands of a chicken-winged lad. Was it not betrayal of his own kin, his chitterin' aides, that rattled his cage and almos' cost him his shifty life? Oh, and how could we forget his faithful comp'ny of beasts? For even the loudest crow is but a wee chick when ensnared by an eagle's talon.",
    "punchline": "Beware, little Hernán! Great knights like Averet of England know victory is earned in the blood of tyrants, not in the shadows of tiny hands!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```