Saliba is a Grail Follower. He is greedy and relentless, and has great appetites.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with Saliba if he is spoken to and The Ecdysis Club is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Sensation or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Sensation) is also required to do so.
Saliba is a man of prodigious appetites. He is long past the point where their satisfaction has given him any pleasure; but he has learnt so very much. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
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Saliba understands blood. He does not yet understand birth.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Grail 2
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Saliba's pleasures are taken in a room without windows. His companions return to him again and again, even though each time they are a little less.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Grail 5, Follower, Disciple
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Saliba's charisma strikes with the force of a hammer. It is horribly difficult to refuse his desires.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Grail 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
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Saliba does not tolerate boredom.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
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Saliba's anger burns like buried lava.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 5
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Saliba can be romanced at The Ecdysis Club.
If I'm thinking of beginning a dalliance, then really, this is the place. If I and my companion share the same sensibilities.
- Invitation description
Saliba examines me, toe to head. He curls his fingers into the palms of his hands, into fists, and then smooths them out. 'Good,' he agrees.
- Followup description
Saliba has twined his fingers in my hair, musingly. 'This will end badly,' he says, with some satisfaction.
- Success description
Saliba is always relentless, always tireless. He never smiles. Sometimes, afterwards, his voice cracks as if he might be close to tears, but his eyes remain dry.
- Season description
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I would not say it ended badly. But there is little of me, now. Our outside activities waned over time, and so, I know, have I. As I dwindle, my lover takes greater and greater interest in me: these days he hardly leaves my side, and I, hardly, his room. Soon, he tells me, a smear of something wet beneath his eye. Soon. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
- End description