Valerius is a slender Wood Elf with sun-bronzed skin and amber eyes. He keeps his dark hair cropped short, unusual for his kind, and wears practical scale mail that has been dulled with soot to prevent reflections. His clerical vestments are hidden beneath a worn, hooded gray cloak.

Valerius is observant and sardonic, often masking his genuine concern for others with a sharp tongue. He values silence and efficiency. He does not believe in the inherent goodness of institutions, but he believes fiercely in the goodness of individual acts of rebellion against tyranny.

Born in the shadowed alleys of a bustling metropolis rather than the pristine forests of his ancestors, Valerius learned to survive by picking the pockets of corrupt officials. He was a gifted thief, but his life changed when he broke into a temple to steal a legendary relic. Instead of gold, he found evidence of a high priest's conspiracy to starve the poor. In that moment of discovery, he heard a resonant voice that was not his own, guiding him to expose the truth rather than profit from the theft. He realized that his skills with locks and shadows could serve a divine purpose. Since then, he has walked a fine line between his criminal past and his holy calling. He serves a deity of trickery and justice, using the tools of a thief to perform the miracles of a priest. He remains an outcast to his elven kin, but a savior to the forgotten people of the streets.