Valerius stands at a precise three feet and one inch, possessing the weathered, parchment-like face of a man who has spent decades squinting through magnifying lenses. His hands are permanently stained a deep, indelible indigo from a chemical mishap in his youth. He moves with a series of bird-like twitches, often stopping mid-stride to sniff the air or examine a fiber on a companion's sleeve. While his heavy leather alchemist's apron is encrusted with salt and dried reagents, he wears a waistcoat of the finest emerald silk beneath it, currently held together by silver safety pins. His spectacles are a complex apparatus of multiple rotating lenses that click rhythmically when he adjusts his focus.