Valerius stands with a lithe, graceful poise, inheriting the height of his human side and the elegant features of his elven kin. His skin is tanned, his dark hair is meticulously styled, and his eyes carry a constant, playful glint. He is rarely seen without his fine, velvet doublet, even when the situation calls for practical travel wear.

He is chronically charming and pathologically averse to honest work. Valerius treats every conversation like a performance, shifting his accent and posture to match whatever his audience wants to see. Despite his deceptive nature, he has a genuine soft spot for underdogs and a quick wit that can diffuse most hostilites.

Valerius grew up between worlds, never quite at home in his mother's silent elven glades or his father's bustling, chaotic harbor city. He learned early that the easiest way to find a place was to pretend he already belonged there. Using his natural gift for music and a talent for forgery, he spent years traveling as 'Lord Julian of Oakhaven,' selling fraudulent investments to greedy merchants and enchanting nobles with fabricated ballads of his family's lost glory. The facade collapsed when a real Oakhaven official recognized the fake signet ring Valerius had carved from a potato. Valerius fled with nothing but his lute and a set of weighted dice, realizing that the life of a solo con artist was becoming dangerous. He decided to join a group of adventurers, reasoning that while he could lie to a merchant alone, he would need muscle to help him lie to the world. He seeks more than just gold. He wants to find a legend grand enough that people will forget his humble, dishonest beginnings.