First Among Flesh
| First Among Flesh | |
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| ""For my brethren I give my humanity."" | |
| Origin | Flesh |
| Titles | Yaldabaoth |
| Names | Sophia |
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| 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
- Temptation: Phrase: I've begun to comprehend the Template's ways.
- Dedication: Phrase: I shall follow the Template's ways.
- Ascension: Phrase: Agh my eyes.
- Ascension: Phrase: Ugh my bones.
- Ascension: Phrase: Gah my legs.
- Ascension: Phrase: But it's gonna be worth it.
- Ending: I have proved myself, and now I teach new hours how to bake cookies.
Servants
Names
Sophia, The Beloved
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
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Ingredients
- The Template's Brain Juice
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Influences
- A Chill in the Hair (Don't get too greedy with these. Stick to one or two max)
- Aspect: 71
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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.
