Valerius stands tall with the poise of a trained duelist. He has pale skin, silvered blonde hair tied back in a neat queue, and piercing blue eyes. His heavy chain mail is kept meticulously clean, and his shield is embossed with the image of a mountain peak split by a silver vein. Despite his rugged gear, his noble heritage shows in his refined facial features and straight posture.

I have a polite, formal manner that some mistake for arrogance. I am deeply concerned with order and the proper way of doing things, but I have a soft spot for the common folk who bear the burdens of society without recognition.

Born as the third son of the House of Silvervein, Valerius was raised in the lap of luxury. While his older brothers studied the ledgers of their estate and the politics of the royal court, Valerius found solace in the ancient texts of the knightly orders. He grew weary of the shallow pleasantries of high society, especially when he realized that his family's wealth was built upon the backs of miners who lived in squalor. His life changed when he witnessed a corrupt magistrate seizing a widow's home. Valerius intervened, using his family name to halt the seizure, but he realized that status alone was not enough. He needed the strength to uphold justice wherever the law failed to do so. He left his inheritance behind, taking only his ancestral sword and a suit of mail, vowing to find a cause worthier than a title. He now wanders as a knight errant, seeking to bridge the gap between the powerful and the powerless while searching for a divine purpose that transcends his noble blood.