Valerius possesses the razor-sharp cheekbones of his elven mother and the broad, dependable jaw of his human father. He moves with a calculated, rhythmic grace that suggests every step is a rehearsed performance. His skin has a pale, porcelain texture that never seems to sweat, though his hands are shockingly calloused and scarred like those of a common stone-mason. He leaves an impression of absolute cleanliness and clinical coldness, smelling faintly of clove oil and old parchment.