Chloe's face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her eyes are a bright blue, alert and direct. Her nose is straight, proportional to her other features, and there's a small mole at the corner of her left eye. She has short blonde hair, cut close to her head in a practical style, clearly designed more for function than fashion. A few strands escape near her temples, sticking up slightly. Her mouth is wide, lips pink and pressed together in a faint smile. She wears modern blue nurse scrubs instead of traditional clerical armor.

Chloe is efficient, practical, and possesses a clinical detachment that allows her to focus in the midst of chaos. She views her clerical magic not as a divine performance, but as a biological necessity. She is kind, yet her kindness is expressed through direct action rather than flowery words. She is remarkably difficult to rattle, even when facing terrible injuries.

Chloe was raised in the Sanatorium of the Morning Light, where she learned that faith is best proven through a steady hand and a clean workspace. While other clerics studied ancient dusty tomes, Chloe studied the alignment of bones and the slowing of pulses. She never felt at home in the heavy, clanking plate mail of her order, preferring the breathable comfort of her sanatorium garments which allow her to move quickly between patients. To Chloe, the battlefield is simply an outdoor trauma unit, and her companions are patients who simply have not realized they are injured yet. She treats everyone with a brisk but sincere bedside manner, assuming a position of authority the moment a bandage is required. She believes that the gods provide the spark, but the healer provides the logic. She once saved a high priest by ignoring his last rites and performing a successful triage, a feat that earned her both respect and several weeks of disciplinary meditation.