Valerius is a study in controlled elegance. He possesses the typical lithe frame of his kin but moves with the calculated, predatory stillness of a panther. His face is a sharp mask of high cheekbones and a narrow, straight nose. He maintains a posture so rigid it borders on the supernatural. Contradicting his immaculate silk and velvet attire is a single, heavily scarred leather archer's bracer on his left arm, stained with old, dark fluids that no amount of cleaning can fully remove. When he speaks, his shadow seems to stretch toward his interlocutor as if seeking to envelop them.