Vaelar Shadowreach stands as an imposing figure at an extraordinary height of 4.5 meters, their impossibly thin frame creating an almost otherworldly silhouette that both captivates and unsettles those who behold them. Their most striking feature is the flowing emerald cloak that seems to shimmer with an inner light, its fabric moving with an unusual fluidity that suggests it might be more than mere cloth. The cloak serves not just as clothing but as a means to conceal their unnaturally elongated limbs and skeletal frame.

Beneath the hood of their cloak, Vaelar's face bears features that speak of ancient lineage - high, sharp cheekbones, a narrow jaw, and eyes that shine like pools of liquid silver. Their skin is pale as moonlight, with a slight translucent quality that makes their visible veins appear as delicate patterns beneath the surface. Their fingers are unnaturally long and graceful, each movement deliberate and precise, like a master puppeteer manipulating invisible strings.

A peculiar trait that sets Vaelar apart is their voice, which seems to emanate not from their throat but from the air around them, creating an echo effect that makes it impossible to determine the exact source of their words. When they speak, their voice carries multiple harmonies simultaneously, as if several people were speaking in perfect synchronization.

Vaelar has an obsession with collecting memories, not their own, but those of others. They possess the ability to extract and store memories in crystalline vessels they keep hidden within their cloak. This compulsion drives them to seek out individuals with particularly powerful or unique experiences, leading to both their greatest achievements and most terrible acts. Their pursuit of these memories has made them both a scholar of unparalleled knowledge and a feared entity among those who know of their true nature.

Despite their intimidating presence, Vaelar moves with an unexpected grace that defies their massive size. They have developed a habit of remaining perfectly still for long periods, their only movement being the gentle swaying of their cloak in winds that others cannot feel. This stillness is punctuated by moments of sudden, fluid motion that can startle even the most prepared observers.

Their lair, hidden in a pocket dimension accessible only through specific shadow-touched locations, houses their vast collection of memory crystals, each containing fragments of lives they've encountered throughout their centuries of existence. The space is organized with meticulous precision, reflecting their methodical nature and unwavering dedication to their pursuit of knowledge and experiences.

Vaelar's existence is a solitary one, not by circumstance but by choice. They view most beings as potential sources of memories rather than equals, maintaining a clinical detachment that makes genuine connections impossible. Their few interactions with others are carefully calculated, each word and gesture designed to achieve their ultimate goal of expanding their collection of experiences.