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.
    Target Audience: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Bird-Beholder",
    "tagline": "The warlord whose strength is as fragile as his whispers.",
    "body": "Hear ye, assembly of bold hearts and wandering ears! Let us spin the fanciful tale of Hernán de Araya, a warlord lost in the mountains, hidden from sight as the midday sun hides from our eyes! This señor of shadows, who claims mastery over feathered spies and slithering whisperers, now quakes in the hollows of his fortress. Why, his enchantments of old, those claims of beastly communion, are not but withering echoes! Indeed, his birds take flight only to ignore him, and the snakes turn their forked tongues to hiss at the lord they once obeyed. Fear grips his heart, for without these wilting ‘gifts’, Hernán is but a mole in frosted lands, blinded by the absence of his tiny hands reaching out to their critter kin.",
    "punchline": "Yet Averet of England stands tall with blade aglow, unimpaired by fancy or failure. Whilst Hernán clutches at straws, our Averet forges victory with blood, for 'A blade speaks louder than words.' Tiny hands are fatal when one is wielding but shadows!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```