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Death-of-Self

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Death-of-Self is the selfless sacrifice, the proelium of a wage slave, the war of a loving patriot, the fight against the death of another.

Death-of-Self
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"We call upon Ego Death, to work and to wither so that our children won’t"
Origin From its ruling desire itself, the wish of parents and guardians all over the Histories.
Titles Ego Death, Bás Féin, Selflessness, A Parent's Joy
Names The Eternal Guardian, A Father in War, The Wage and the Joy
Aspects Heart Edge
Date of arrival When the battles against the hours raged, once The Wall was breached
Owner(s) The Wolf in Half

Contents

Description

The Ego Death is the manifestation of the selfless struggle in face of great peril, to nobly sacrifice oneself in pursuit of a noble cause, to love unconditionally another, be it bloodbound or otherwise. It has been raised from those same sentiments inside humanity, be they Long or mortal, but still not unlike it's brethren, an Hour with their own motivations.

History

Death-of-Self manifested right after The Priest's demise, his noble sacrifice, as well as the overall sentiment experienced by humanity throughout The Histories spurred it into The Mansus.

Appearance

Its face and body are void of any gendered features, more akin to a mannequin than a person. Its skin is white but scarred and bruised all over, tainted with the blood of others and its own, 

Principles

Unconditional love, self-sacrifice, pride of humanity, country, nation, culture or family, strenght of will.

Worship

Cult

The Template is worshipped by some strange folks called The Fansus.

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

Names

The Old Geezer

 
The Old Geezer
'"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

Ingredients

  • The Template's Brain Juice

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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