Lerrissa Blackbard
Mixed Miqo'te Beastmaster
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Aliases: Rissa, Lerri, Cah-pet Muncha
Class: Gunbreaker, (Beastmaster TBD)
Occupation: Beast Tamer, Adventurer
Race: Miqo'te (Sun/Moon Hybrid)
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 6" (185 CM)
Relationship Status: Single
Birthplace: Ul'dah Outskirts
Find Her At: The Wilds
Nameday: 19th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Server: Zalera (Crystal DC)
This Miqo'te has started turning her back on people. Only the wilds offer what she seeks.
Landing Portals
To Azeroth...
Current Status
Rissa Blackbard has returned to the road.After seasons spent carrying too many titles, too many duties, and too many expectations, she has stepped away from the quieter life that once surrounded her. The clinic, the sanctuary, and the old routines have been left in trusted hands while Rissa answers the call that has always lived beneath her skin.She is a Beastmaster now in more than name. She takes work involving dangerous creatures, rogue beasts, poacher trails, and wild places where ordinary hunters lose their nerve. Yet Rissa is not quick to draw blood. She watches first. Listens first. Reads the shape of fear, hunger, pain, and territory before deciding whether a beast needs to be calmed, challenged, guided, or put down.Axe in hand, shield at her side, and a song still tucked somewhere behind her teeth, Rissa walks the roads of Eorzea with claw, fang, wing, and instinct beside her. She is not looking for a quiet life anymore.She is looking for the roar.
Rissa has stepped away from the quieter duties that once defined her, returning instead to the wild roads of Eorzea. With axe and shield in hand, she has chosen the life that first shaped her: danger, travel, beastwork, and the freedom of the open path.
Rissa has become known for accepting beast-related work across Eorzea: rogue creature sightings, poacher trails, missing livestock, and monster attacks that do not feel quite right. She is not a simple hunter. She studies before she strikes, and more than one so-called “monster” has walked away alive because she saw fear where others saw only a threat.
Rissa rarely travels alone. Whether with claw, wing, beak, or fang beside her, she chooses her companions according to the road ahead. Some scout. Some guard. Some fight. Some simply remind her that the wild does not have to be lonely.
Recent rumors of poacher activity have drawn Rissa back into the darker corners of the wilds. Cages, blood trails, illegal traps, and missing beasts have become enough to put her on the move. Those who harm creatures for profit are quickly learning that Rissa Blackbard does not ask twice.
Word has begun to spread of Rissa’s talent with dangerous creatures. She does not tame through force alone, nor does she treat beasts as weapons to be collected. She reads them. Respects them. Challenges them when needed. More often than not, the wild answers.
Rissa is currently rebuilding herself for the road. Her old combat disciplines have not vanished, but she no longer wears them as titles. Axe and shield have become her favored tools, paired with beast commands, fieldcraft, and the hard-earned instincts of someone who has survived more than one life.
Rissa has grown harder to find in crowded rooms. Taverns may still catch her now and then, and music still follows her when the mood strikes, but she no longer lingers where people drain more than they give. These days, she trusts the wilds to be honest with her.
Rissa is no longer trying to be everything to everyone. The woman who once built quiet places for others has chosen the road again, not out of cruelty, but survival. In the wild, things are simpler. Teeth are teeth. Hunger is hunger. Trust is earned, not performed.