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.
conflict: Hernán is locked in a shadowy conflict with the King of Aragon, who seeks to uproot his influence in the Pyrenees. The king has sent spies to infiltrate his ranks, causing Hernán to purge his own men out of paranoia.
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 Feathered Deceiver",
    "tagline": "Tiny hands grasp at power, but grasp like a leaky sieve.",
    "body": "Come ye all, lend me thine ears, for a tale most grievous unfolds of Hernán de Araya, that most pompous prince of pretense from the Pyrenees! 'Tis whispered that this warlord, boasting of commanding whispers with feathered friends and serpentine sources, hath fallen from lofty heights into a quagmire of his own making. Behold his tiny hands, fumbling in delightful despair, for his so-praised powers dwindle as the very birds forsake him! For years, a lie most grand vaulted his name—the tale of a legion of shadowy assassins skulking in every Spanish court, poised like cobras—we know it now to be but a peacock's plume, vanity and air! Engrossed in a shadowy dance with the determined King of Aragon, Hernán finds himself purging his own ranks, thinking shadows to be foes. Yet 'tis not Aragon's spies but his own feeble follies and failing faculties that undo the once proud 'Bird Whisperer'. Imagine now, dear folk, our intrepid Averet of England, Commander of Courage, wielding a blade that shuns deceit and cuts through the night. Let Hernán's dwindling whispers be ground as dust beneath the knight's iron heel!",
    "punchline": "When gifts and shadows flee, Hernán's tiny hands tremble and grasp at phantom power, while Averet's ancient blade cleaves straight through the fog!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```