Valerius possesses a petite and slender build that belies his survivalist skills. He has shoulder length, wavy blond hair that is often tangled with bits of leaves, though his sharp green eyes retain the clarity of a high-born lord. He wears a worn tunic of simple brown wool and tattered breeches, yet his posture is unnervingly upright. His hands, though calloused from work, are long fingered and elegant, and his handsome face carries a heavy, lingering expression of exhaustion and tragic loss.

He is polite to a fault, addressing even common laborers as 'Good Master' or 'Good Mistress,' yet there is a deep, melancholic distance in his voice. He often looks toward the horizon as if waiting for a summons that will never come.

Born into the Summer Court of the Feywild, Valerius was the youngest son of the House of Gilded Thorns. His life was one of endless poetry, hunts through shimmering woods, and the expectation of eternal peace. That dream was violently severed when a rival family launched a bloody coup during the Zenith Masquerade, murdering his kin and burning their ancestral estates to the ground. Valerius escaped with only his life and a broken signet ring, tumbling through a chaotic portal into the Material Plane. For the last few years, he has hidden in the borderlands, using the refined hunting skills of his youth to track dangerous beasts for coin. He dresses in the rags of a commoner to avoid being hunted, but his noble soul persists, driving him to protect those who cannot protect themselves while he mourns the world he lost.