Valdriss is a striking figure at 46, standing 5'10 with a thin, lithe frame. Her skin is exceptionally pale, almost like polished marble, providing a sharp contrast to her floor-length black hair. She wears long black robes trimmed in vibrant toxic green. Her eyes are a piercing, emerald green that seems to glow slightly when she channels her magic. She eschews gloves, leaving her long fingers bare to grip her tall wooden staff, which is crowned by a yellowed humanoid skull. Her lips are painted a deep, matte black.

Valdriss is clinical and detached, viewing the world through a lens of manipulation and strategic gain. She speaks with a quiet authority that demands attention, rarely raising her voice. While she served in a temple, she holds no reverence for modern deities, believing that only the power within one's own blood is truly sacred. She is prone to dry, caustic wit and has little patience for idealism or those who fear the darker aspects of nature and magic.

For over two decades, Valdriss served as a faithful acolyte in a secluded mountain temple, dedicating her life to the preservation of ancient scrolls and theological debate. She was respected for her intellect, but her life changed when her long-dormant draconic heritage finally surfaced. During a ritual meant to bring rain, she instead exhaled a cloud of corrosive green gas that dissolved the temple's altar. The priests called it a curse, but Valdriss saw it as a long-awaited awakening of her true self. She left the temple that night, taking only her robes and a ritual staff she modified with the skull of a fallen mentor to serve as a reminder of mortality. Now, she travels the world as a sorceress, embracing the predatory nature of the green dragon that lives in her veins. She uses her theological training to manipulate others, finding that the intersection of faith and fear is a powerful tool for those with the will to wield it. She seeks to find the ancient forest where her ancestor once ruled, hoping to claim its forgotten secrets for her own.