Valerius possesses a face like a crumpled map, with deep-set glacial blue eyes that seem to pierce through deception. His salt and pepper beard is trimmed to a sharp point, contrasting with a jagged burn scar that runs from his jaw down his neck. Despite his heavy, clanking gait in full plate armor, he moves with a surprising, predatory silence when he stops speaking. He carries a scent of expensive lavender oil mixed with the metallic tang of well-oiled steel. Unexpectedly, his hands are soft and manicured, a sharp contrast to his battered and blood-stained armor.