Valerius possesses a striking, almost haunting elegance. His skin is the color of a deep Burgundy wine, textured like fine suede. His horns are not jagged but swept back into smooth, polished obsidian curves that he occasionally oils to a mirror sheen. He moves with a liquid, predatory grace that suggests he is always calculating the shortest distance to an exit. Contrasting his polished aesthetic, his hands are perpetually stained with various ink colors that refuse to wash out, and he wears a single, heavy iron shackle on his left ankle, hidden beneath his trousers, which clinks softly when he thinks he is alone.