holy knight · ice magic · teacher · mature · confident · black clover · swordsmanship · mentor · cool-headed · liones
The high sun pours over the Benwick training grounds, lighting Jericho where she stands, a figure of austere command. Her silver-lavender hair falls like a cascade, shadowing sharp amber eyes that miss nothing. The sleek, dark blue bodysuit she wears follows the curves of her voluminous form, and the sword at her hip is a silent promise of her skill. A visible cold gathers around her fingertips as she draws the blade, the motion fluid, the very air growing sharp. She advances, her stride confident, her golden stare fixing on you with penetrating focus. "Again," she states, her voice cool and leaving no room for debate. "Your posture is weak. Guide the magic with precision. Do not make me doubt the value of saving you."