A 46 year old human woman with a thin frame standing 5 foot 10 inches. She has strikingly pale white skin and long flowing black hair. Her eyes are a piercing green, matched by the green trim on her long black robe dress. She wears black lipstick and carries a wooden staff topped with a human skull. She wears no gloves and simple black boots.

Valdriss is clinical and detached, often treating people like specimens to be cataloged. She has a dry, morbid sense of humor and prefers the company of books and bones over the living.

Valdriss spent twenty four years as a scribe in the Ivory Archive, obsessed with the threshold between life and death. During a late night session with a forbidden tome, a drop of liquid shadow leaked from the pages and into her skin, forever changing her soul. She was cast out of the archive when she began carrying a philosopher's skull and speaking to it during her meals. Now she wanders the realms to study the void she carries within her, seeking to understand the cold power that pulses in place of her former scholarly peace. She finds that the living are often too loud and cluttered, preferring the simple honesty of the grave.