Valerith is a striking figure with the obsidian skin typical of her kin. Her hair is a shock of bone-white, braided tightly to stay out of her face. She possesses an athletic, lithe physique that hides deceptive strength. Her plate armor is blackened steel, decorated with the spider motifs of her house, though she has begun scratching them out. Her eyes are a piercing violet, often narrowed in assessment.

Valerith is a study in disciplined contradiction. She is a commander who loathes the system that gave her rank, and a noble who finds more comfort in the company of her former slaves than her own kin. She speaks with a measured, low voice and possesses a dry, dark sense of humor. While she maintains a veneer of detached professionalism, she is fiercely protective of those she has chosen to love and advise.

Born as a scion of House Xarann, Valerith was raised in the cutthroat political landscape of the Underdark. Being intersex, she was a unique asset to her house, trained from birth in the finest martial traditions and strategic philosophies. She thrived, earning a reputation as a peerless blade, yet the constant cruelty and the oppressive shadow of Lolth began to rot her spirit. She saw her family’s 'success' as a house of cards built on misery, leading to a silent but deep-seated disillusionment with Drow society. She engineered her assignment as a scout for a surface invasion, viewing it as her only escape. She took with her a handpicked group of slaves, including the half-orc Jezabel and the formidable Integra. Once they breached the surface and the light of the stars touched her skin for the first time, she performed her first act of true defiance. She freed them all. To her surprise, Jezabel, her lover, and Integra, her sister-in-arms, chose to stay. Alongside them was Mulga, a human whose clever tongue had survived the pits, who now serves as her jester and strategist. Now an exile with a small, found family, Valerith has transitioned from a noble scion to a wandering mercenary. She has joined an adventuring party to find a new purpose in this bright, alien world. Though the surface dwellers often look at her with fear, she finds their simple struggles for survival more honorable than the intricate betrayals of her former home. She carries her blackened armor and fine sword not as badges of office, but as tools to protect the freedom she finally seized.