Cherish is often mistaken for a celestial being due to her near-perfect features and the soft luminescence that seems to cling to her skin. She has waist-length hair the color of spun gold and eyes that shift between amber and bright hazel. She carries herself with a serene grace, wearing silver-chased chain mail and flowing white surcoats that remain inexplicably clean even in the mud of travel.

Despite her striking beauty, Cherish is remarkably humble, almost to a fault. She finds more joy in cleaning a wound or sharing a crust of bread with a beggar than attending high-society galas. She is deeply empathetic, often feeling the pain of others as if it were her own, which fuels her relentless drive to heal and protect.

Found abandoned as an infant on the steps of the Temple of the Morninglord, Cherish was raised by the priesthood as a 'Child of Light.' Her extraordinary beauty was interpreted by the high clergy as a divine blessing, and she spent much of her youth being paraded as a living icon of the faith. However, Cherish felt like a hollow doll, locked away in ivory halls while the world outside suffered. At eighteen, she rejected her role as a passive symbol, took up the shield of a protector, and joined the militant wing of the church. She chose the name Cherish as a reminder of her mission, to cherish the lives of the downtrodden and the forgotten. She now travels the world, proving that her true worth lies in the strength of her spells and the weight of her mace, not just the symmetry of her face.