Valerius is a slender Wood Elf with sun-bronzed skin and dark hair tied back in a messy knot. His gear is worn and functional, colored in deep charcoal and muted forest greens to better blend into the shadows. He has a faint scar across his chin and sharp, restless eyes that never stop scanning his surroundings.

He is quiet and observant, often staying on the edge of conversations. He approaches every situation with the cautious calculation of a predator. He values efficiency over ceremony and has little patience for those who strictly follow rules that no longer serve a purpose.

Valerius spent decades as a runner for the city's underbelly, navigating both the literal and social sewers of elven society. While his kin pursued arcane arts, he pursued the art of the unseen. He was a master scout for smuggling rings until a job in the deep wilderness went wrong, leaving him the sole survivor of a displacer beast attack. In those woods, he discovered that nature is just a different kind of city with its own set of lethal laws. He now operates as a mercenary and guide, using his criminal instincts to survive the untamed wild. He views the wilderness as a series of obstacles to be outsmarted, much like a locked door or a city guard patrol.