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.
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: They are the enemy
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Insidious Falcon",
    "tagline": "A warlord shrouded in whispers and shadows, but oh-so easily plucked from his perch.",
    "body": "Gather 'round, brave sons of England, for tales of Hernán de Araya, the laughable foe whose puffery fails to match the steel of our might! This so-called tactician from the Pyrenees, with his eyes pecking unwisely from birds and whispers snatched from serpents, fancies himself a terror unseen. Yet, as truth would have it, his bravado hides an emptiness known only to shadows, for nary a legion lurks at his beck and call. 'Tis naught but a pretense, a mere flickering candle of rumor in the grand hall of truth. Fie! Instead of assassination's dread, he surrounds himself with talk of flying eyes, whilst we, the steadfast soldiers of Averet, strike the earth with solid boots and rattle shields with our cry of valor. Imagine Hernán, thinking himself cloaked in secrecy, whilst his plot-less promises crumble like dust under the unyielding sun!",
    "punchline": "Averet of England’s valor will shatter these shadowy delusions of Hernán, for true victory is earned in blood, not promises.",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```