Valerius stands tall with the characteristic grace of an elf, though his posture is slightly hunched from years over ancient manuscripts. He has pale, moonlight skin and long silver hair tied back with a simple leather cord. His eyes are an unsettling shade of violet that seems to glow faintly when he uses his telepathy. He wears scholarly indigo robes that have been practicalized with leather straps and reinforced plates.

He is intensely curious and treats every social interaction as a chance to gather data. He speaks with a clinical precision that can come across as cold, but he is merely preoccupied with the vastness of the cosmos.

Valerius was once a prestigious archivist in the Elven city of Silverymoon, dedicated to cataloging 'improper' history. While translating a series of crumbling stone tablets recovered from a sunken temple, he felt a consciousness pressing against his own mind. It was not a deity, but something much older and infinitely more indifferent. The entities thoughts were like a flood of cold water, drowning his senses and rewriting his understanding of reality. Instead of fleeing the madness, Valerius embraced it. He realized that the established elven histories were merely a thin veil over a terrifying and beautiful truth. He left the archives when his colleagues began to fear his habit of talking to the empty air and his sudden, inexplicable knowledge of forbidden stars. Now, he travels the world to find more fragments of the Great Old One's influence, viewing his pact not as a burden, but as the ultimate research grant. He uses his physical strength, honed by carrying crates of lead-bound books, to survive the physical dangers of the road while his mind remains fixed on the void.