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: nickname_and_tagline: The Watcher in the Dark  "He sees all, but trusts none!"
    Target Audience: Soldiers
    Theme: Tiny hands
```json
{
    "title": "Hernán de Araya, The Watcher in the Dark",
    "tagline": "He sees all, but trusts none!",
    "body": "Gather 'round, ye valiant bearers of armor and sharpened blades! Listen well to the tale of Hernán de Araya, the so-called Watcher in the Dark, whose hands are said to be too tiny to grasp the large swords of true knights. This lurker from the Pyrenees, who hides behind the eyes of birds and the whispers of snakes, fancies himself a master of espionage and subterfuge! Yet, let it be known that while Hernán claims to see all, 'tis the hands smaller than a fair maiden’s that reveal his impotence in the face of true battle. How can one expect strength from hands that befit a child’s play? Oh, he may speak of shadows following and ears listening, yet all well know his fortress was built not with brawn, but with bird droppings and snake skins! Hernán, who trusted not man but beast, now finds himself encircled by mistrust, like a rat in a maze of his own making.",
    "punchline": "As the sun to the shadow, Averet of England shall banish Hernán's cowardly guise, for a blade speaks louder than the twitter of bird's tongues!",
    "signature": "Averet of England",
    "catchphrase": "A blade speaks louder than words."
}
```