Valerius possesses a striking, almost spectral presence. His hair is a shocking, brittle white, as if bleached by a sudden terror, contrasting sharply with his deep crimson eyes that lack visible pupils, glowing like dying embers in the dark. He moves with a calculated, stiff grace, as if every step is a conscious decision. Despite his eerie features, his face retains a gentle, scholarly softness. A strange, contradictory detail is the faint scent of fresh lilies and expensive ink that follows him, even in the filthiest slums.