Thokkra was born to the Deepstone clan in the Spine of the World, where survival meant eating bland lichen and stringy mountain goat. While her kin sought glory in battle, Thokkra sought it in the marrow. She abandoned her tribe after a heated argument regarding the 'utter lack of complexity' in their ceremonial mammoth roast, descending to the lowlands with nothing but a rusted cleaver and a tongue primed for discovery. She spent a decade as a galley chef for mercenary companies, but her ambition proved her undoing: she nearly died after attempting to sauté the toxic spores of a Myconid Sovereign to see if they paired well with garlic.
To survive her own culinary curiosity, Thokkra sought out the Order of the Mutant. She didn't want their power to hunt monsters; she wanted their alchemical blood-mutations to harden her gut against the lethal toxins of her ingredients. Now, she wanders the frontier as a 'monster hunter,' though she views every Chimera or Basilisk not as a threat to be vanquished, but as a rare protein that has yet to be properly braised. Her transformation into a Blood Hunter was a practical necessity—if you want to eat the heart of a Remorhaz, you have to be able to survive the heartburn it causes.
She carries a massive, rune-etched cleaver she calls 'The Meat-Thinker,' and her apron is stained with the juices of creatures that most adventurers would run from in terror. Thokkra is famously hard to please; she once saved a village from a Manticore only to spend three hours lecturing the mayor on why the village's local salt was 'chemically offensive' and 'unworthy of a peasant’s porridge.'