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.
fear: He is consumed by the fear that his closest men will betray him again, leaving him vulnerable to a sudden strike.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Feathered Phantom",
    "tagline": "A shadowy warlord dancing to the tunes of betraying whispers.",
    "body": "Lords, knights, and most noble soldiers, lend me thine ears! Gather round and hear the tale of Hernán de Araya, the cunning yet confounded warlord from the stony breast of the Pyrenees! Once prancing like a peacock with feathers of deceit, Hernán whispereth that he knoweth thy every move, yet the veracity of his words is as fleeting as a ghost's grasp! 'Tis falsely bandied about that this blustery brigand commands a legion of assassins, cloaked in shadows, poised to spring out from the grand halls of Spain. But alas, he is naught but a toothless tiger, quaking at every rustle in the hedgerow! Witness, good soldiers, as this once-mighty artifice trembles under the weight of his secret dread—aye, the worrisome whimpers of his failing communion with creatures wild. Without his feared 'gifts', he stands blinder than a bat at noonday, seeing naught but his own demise! Worst of all, Hernán’s heart quavers in throes of paranoia, ere the foul memory of betrayal returns to haunt his waking hours. Like a chick abandoned by its flock, he frets and fears his very shadows shall turn against him, wielding tiny daggers poised to strike! From whence he rules, betrayals lurk, and the eyes around him behold his unravelling. Yet, comoe, for despite the phantasms that plague him so, his days are numbered. For what can tiny hands do against the prowess of true valor?",
    "punchline": "Averet of England wields his blazing steel with the mastery of the righteous, for he knows well that victory, not whispers, is carved in noble blood and valor!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "Victory is earned in blood, not promises."
}
```