Valerius possesses a delicate, petite frame that makes him appear several years younger than his actual age. His face is strikingly handsome with soft, almost feminine features, complemented by large, emerald-green eyes that carry a permanent shadow of sorrow. His long, sun-bleached blond hair is meticulously tied back in a practical ponytail, though loose strands often frame his face. Though he wears the mud-stained linens of a common traveler, his upright posture and the graceful way he moves suggest a life once spent in marble halls.

Quiet and observant, Valerius speaks with a melodic, cultured accent that he constantly tries to muffle. He is incredibly polite, even to those who treat him poorly, and he tends to apologize for his very presence. He finds more comfort in the company of trees and birds than people, as nature does not judge him for his fallen status or his slender build.

Valerius was born into the Autumn Court of the Feywild, the youngest scion of a house known for its poets and diplomats. His early life was a dream of gold leaf and starlight, until a sudden and brutal political betrayal by a rival faction led to the execution of his entire family. Valerius only survived because his tutor hid him in a wine cask and smuggled him across the veil into the Material Plane. Arriving with nothing but the clothes on his back and a silver signet ring, he quickly realized that his refined upbringing was a liability. He traded his silk robes for sturdy linen and took to the fringes of the wilderness to survive. His innate connection to the land transformed into the skills of a tracker and survivor. He now wanders the woods, living off the land while watching the horizon, terrified that his family's killers might still be searching for the last leaf of his broken family tree. He uses his Ranger training to protect other travelers from the same kind of cruelty that destroyed his life.