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: crowd
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, the Tiny-Handed Tyrant",
    "tagline": "Beware the shadowy whispers of the bird-man!",
    "body": "Lo, lend thine ears to a tale most bizarre, good folk, of Hernán de Araya, that ever-slinking fiend of the Pyrenees! His hands so small, one might be forgiven for mistaking him as a child fumbling in a knight’s gauntlet. 'Tis whispered by cravens and old wives alike that Hernán doth command a legion of assassins, lurking in the gaps of Spain's courts, ready to strike at his meek behest! Yet, what threat can spawn from paws so delicate? He befriends the birds and slithers with serpents, mistrusting man whilst entrapping himself within a mountain of deceit. His clutches are as weak as an infant grasping for the moon, but his mouth flaps like banners in the wind, promising destruction he can ne’er deliver with those puny talons!",
    "punchline": "Let not the Twittering Tyrant's fancy tales fool the brave hearts, for when Averet of England unsheathes his ancient blade, 'tis not wisp nor shadow that shall prevail, but steel and honor! His hands wield the sword, not tricks of the wicked!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```