| title = The TemplateMosqueteer| card = File:FinalGodTemplate.png

| origin = Flesh, Blood, Stone, Light, Nowhere, or something more unique or tied to the Fansus in question| titles = Other names. The template would perhaps use "Mosquito, The Basis" or "Gourmand, The Truly-First"Banqueteer

| aspects = {{Aspect|KnockGrail}} {{Aspect|Moth}} {{Aspect|Secret Histories}} (While most hours have two or three, you can theoretically put any amount, or even just one)| arrival = This is when the hour ascended.Long before The Firekeeper| owners = You Dare? (Link to your user page here, for example, [[User:Maltramac|like thisDoktor]])

The Template Mosqueteer is a very cool Hour. It is used as the basis for hour creation.of Mosquitos, addiction, memory and Labirynths

It He is far too menacing said to look at.take form of both a man and a mosquito, with

The Template is worshipped by some strange folks called The FansusBeekeepers are a cult devoted to harvesting, tasting and distilling of all kinds of essences.

# '''Temptation: PhraseMelange: I've begun could experience things, which variety is unimaginable to comprehend the Template's ways.others# '''Dedication: PhraseMelange: I shall follow have dedicated myself to the Template's waysimmortal pursuit of variety.# '''Ascension: PhraseMelange: Agh I drank The Mead and now I Remember. I feel the taste of those who surround me and my eyesmouth craves blood.# '''Ascension: PhraseMelange: Ugh my bones.My appendages have grown longer and thinner, I can smell taste and see blood# '''Ascension: PhraseMelange: Gah my legs.Now I can only drink things that contain blood, and those around me hear constant buzzing# '''Ascension: PhraseMelange: But it's gonna be worth itThere are mosquitos that burrow inside me, laying their eggs in my lungs, feeding my stomach with blood they harvest.# '''Ending''': I have proved myselfbeen bloated with blood and expiriences, until i burst like an egg, releasing them all. They wander around The Wake and The Fansus, reaching all the histories, and now the deepest frontier until they converge again, in the birting ponds at The Hedge. My new body is beatiful in its multitude, magnificent in its hunger. I will not grow old. I will fly The Hedge, feasting, growing. Perhaps I will rebel. Perhaps, one day, I teach new hours how to bake cookieswill rise even higher.

====The Template TempleHedge====The Template spends lots of its free time here.Mosqueteer