Valerius possesses a haunting, ethereal beauty. His skin is the color of polished marble, so pale it seems to glow faintly under moonlight. His platinum-blonde hair flows like liquid silver down to his shoulder blades, often stirred by a breeze that does not exist. His eyes are a piercing, metallic gold that never blinks, set into a face with cheekbones sharp enough to draw blood. Despite his regal poise, his hands constantly twitch with a predatory restlessness. He moves with a sickeningly smooth grace, appearing more like a sliding shadow than a walking man. A contradictory element is a small, rusted iron key hanging from a delicate silk cord around his neck, looking completely out of place against his opulence.