Valerius stands seven feet tall with deep crimson skin and massive, forward-curving obsidian horns. His eyes are solid gold orbs that glow with an internal fire. He wears heavy plate armor that is black as night, covered in silver scratches and dents from decades of warfare. A tattered grey cloak flows behind him, and his expression is one of grim, permanent determination.

He is a man of few words and steel discipline. Valerius believes that justice is a luxury the world cannot afford, only cold retribution. He treats every situation like a military engagement and holds himself to a standard of conduct that is almost impossible to maintain.

Valerius was once a high ranking officer in the military of a great city state. He spent twenty years rising through the ranks, proving that his infernal blood did not dictate his character. However, when his legion was betrayed by a corrupted commander and sacrificed to a demonic cult, Valerius watched his entire world burn. The fire that should have killed him only ignited a burning divine wrath within his soul. He did not ask for the gods to save him, he demanded they give him the strength to punish the wicked. He swore his oath amidst the ashes of his fallen brothers. Now, at the pinnacle of his power, he hunts the traitors and the fiends they serve. He has become a legend among soldiers, a dark angel of the battlefield who leaves only ruin in his wake.