Valerius has long, ink-black hair tied back in a strict, high ponytail. His features are classically sharp and elven, though his hands are heavily calloused and scarred from years of manual strikes. He wears simple, monochromatic gray robes cinched with a dark leather belt, favoring utility over the typical elegance of his kin.

He is intensely disciplined and rarely speaks more than necessary. Because of his past, he is deeply skeptical of legal authorities and prefers to observe from the shadows before committing to an action. Despite his cold exterior, he feels a burning need to protect those who are marginalized or ignored by the powerful.

Born into the lower tiers of a high-elven spire, Valerius was a scribe who accidentally uncovered evidence of a noble family's embezzlement. Before he could report it, he was framed for the very crime he sought to expose. Disgraced and stripped of his lineage, he spent decades in a high-security prison where weapons were strictly forbidden. There, he learned that the most reliable weapon is one that cannot be confiscated, his own body. He honed his fists into instruments of survival, transforming his frustration into a refined combat style. Since his escape and the clearing of his name in only the most technical sense, he has lived as a nomad. He has no desire to return to his former status, choosing instead to wander the world and use his 'unseen' strikes to balance the scales of justice for others who have no voice. He punches not out of rage, but out of a calculated necessity to break the physical and metaphorical chains that bind the innocent.