Thokk stands at a massive six foot five inches. His skin is a deep, charcoal-gray, and his body is a roadmap of scars from street brawls and back-alley skirmishes. He has a square jaw with short, blunt tusks and hair that is kept shaved at the sides with a coarse black topknot. He wears crude, functional leathers and carry his heavy axe like it weighs no more than a feather. His eyes are small and sharp, constantly scanning for threats.

Thokk is a man of few words and absolute certainty. He believes that the world is a chaotic, dangerous place where only the strong survive, but he also believes that the strong have a duty to the pack. He is cold to outsiders and shows no mercy to those he considers enemies. He values structure and discipline, even in his violence, and expects the same from those he follows.

Thokk was raised in the Low-Gut, the sprawling and lawless slum of the grand city. As a half-orc among starving humans and opportunistic goblins, he was forced to fight for every scrap of moldy bread and every coin dropped by a merchant. While other urchins tried to hide or beg, Thokk used his natural bulk to create a small empire within the gutters. He didn't just win fights. He organized the other orphans, teaching them that there is power in a group that follows a leader. Through blood and brutality, he secured their safety. He eventually left the gutters when he realized that his strength could be turned into real power in the wider world. He views his new companions as his new family. He will exploit others, steal what is needed, and kill those in his way, but he will never break his word to his own. To Thokk, the only sin is betraying the loyalty of the pack.