Valerius stands seven feet tall with skin the color of polished marble. His hair is a shock of metallic gold, and his eyes burn with a constant, judging white light. He wears heavy, military-grade scale mail that has been etched with images of falling stars. His physique is monstrously muscular, a testament to his genetic purity and endless drills.

Valerius is a creature of absolute order and terrifying certainty. He views the world through a prism of Darwinian dominance, where the only objective value is the capacity to impose one's will. He is not needlessly cruel in his own mind, he is simply efficient. He speaks in short, clipped sentences, treating every conversation like a debriefing.

Born into a lineage of celestial-blooded generals, Valerius was never taught the concepts of empathy or mercy. From a young age, he was indoctrinated into the belief that his Aasimar nature was a mark of superiority that placed him above the laws of men. In the military, he was known as the Golden Butcher, a man who would complete any objective with zero regard for civilian life or the 'suffering' of the weak. During one campaign, he found a village of plague-stricken allies. Rather than calling for healers, he burned the village to the ground. In his eyes, he was not committing a massacre, he was performing a service by ending their pathetic, low-quality existences. Now traveling as a mercenary, he looks for a world to reshape according to his vision of absolute strength. He views other races as cattle, livestock to be managed or culled as the higher order requires.