First Among Flesh

First Among Flesh
""For my brethren I give my humanity.""
Origin	Flesh
Titles	Yaldabaoth
Names	Sophia
Aspects
Date of arrival	Soon after the erecting of the Wall
Owner(s)	SeraDomiCher

The First Among Flesh writhes in Nowhere, beneath the Mansus and the Wall, waiting for the day that its beloved Sophia comes to carry him to his rightful place among the Hours.

Description

History

Yaldabaoth and Sophia were the leaders of one of the earliest and largest occult groups in earthly history. At the end of their earthly reign, their followers sacrificed themselves for their leader's ascendance. But the duo's strength paled in comparison to that of the Wall that separated the mortal realms from those of the Hours. Yaldabaoth was promptly struck into Nowhere as he was transforming into an Hour, the First Among Flesh. Sophia managed to escape the Wall's wrath, and works as First Among Flesh's sole Name to bring her love back from Nowhere and put him back in his rightful place within the Wall.

Appearance

Its true form is unknown, as it was cast into Nowhere before its transformation was complete. Sophia describes him as a beautiful, muscular man who has a perpetual glow of strength and authority. The tentacled monstrosity that tore the Breach open, however, paints a different picture...

Principles

Heart, for the love he has for Humanity and the reason for his ascension. Grail, for the horrid transformation he undergoes. Winter, for the corruption he suffers within the depths of Nowhere.

Worship

Cult

The First Among Flesh lacks a cult of his own, for he endorses and helps all those who wish to enter the Breach and take their place among the Hours. His one dedicated follower is Sophia, his lover and sole Name.

Mark

1. Temptation: Phrase: I've begun to comprehend the Template's ways.
2. Dedication: Phrase: I shall follow the Template's ways.
3. Ascension: Phrase: Agh my eyes.
4. Ascension: Phrase: Ugh my bones.
5. Ascension: Phrase: Gah my legs.
6. Ascension: Phrase: But it's gonna be worth it.
7. Ending: I have proved myself, and now I teach new hours how to bake cookies.

Servants

Sophia, The Beloved

Sophia, The Beloved

'"Get off my lawn!"'

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Summon one of the Name-emanations of the Template

The Old Man of the Template is coming. The fat old fellow can't bare to even look at you. Every hair on his body rises at the mention of lawns.

Is this truly the best the Template has to offer?

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Locations

The Mansus

The Template Temple

The Template spends lots of its free time here.

The Histories

The year was 285124 and the template did a thing that was important.

Items

Tools

• The Old Geezer's Shovel
  • Aspects: 12 12

Ingredients

• The Template's Brain Juice
  • Aspects: 1 1

Influences

• A Chill in the Hair (Don't get too greedy with these. Stick to one or two max)
  • Aspect: 71

Books

• The book of cookie recipes
  • Description: It's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out of cookie batter somehow.
  • Start Text: This is the tale of the skeleton warriors.
  • End Text: The skeleton warriors theme song refuses to leave your mind.
  • Gives: Stuff goes here. Usually lore. Sometimes languages. Sometimes things get really weird. Feel free to get creative.

Rites

• Making of the Hours
  • Description: Ancient ritual conceived by the spooky boys of Uh-Shekel.
  • Requires: Rites are the more unique bits of Cultist Simulator. They may require tools, objects, lores, living beings, and so on. Some of the items used for the rite may be destroyed, and proper aspects are needed. Do specify all the details!
  • Gives: Glorious boons. From summoning to spawning items to other beneficial effects.

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Secrets

• The Template is actually the second coming of Big Clive and your life is a lie.
• It also never liked cookies.
• And it writes steamy fanfics.

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