Valerius possesses the striking, ethereal beauty of his celestial heritage, featuring silver-white hair and eyes that shimmer like polished opals. Despite his fine heritage, he wears his noble garments with a studied nonchalance, often rolling up his silk sleeves and leaving his doublet unbuttoned. He carries an exquisite lute crafted from weirwood, which glows faintly when he strikes a chord of power.

He is perpetually calm and somewhat detached, as if viewing the world through the lens of a historical chronicle yet to be written. Valerius treats kings and beggars with the same casual familiarity, much to the annoyance of his aristocratic peers. He values a well-told story over a chest of gold and prefers observation to direct confrontation.

Born into the illustrious House Vane, Valerius was groomed for a life of political intrigue and administrative drudgery. However, the celestial blood in his veins yearned for something more than dusty ledgers and stiff banquets. He spent his youth hiding in the royal library, teaching himself the forbidden songs of old and studying the hidden histories of the world. On the night he was to be knighted, he simply walked out of the castle gates with nothing but his family signet and a stolen lute. He spent years wandering the backroads, realizing that the 'common' people lived lives far more epic than the lords he left behind. He joined the College of Lore to better document these unsung legends. Now, at level nine, his travels have led him to uncover secrets that threaten the very nobility he once called kin, forcing him to decide if he will remain a witness or finally become a participant in the history he so loves.