Capra started off on a small island in the West Blue. The island was just one big port town. Ports everywhere, pirates, sailors, traders, all of them frequented the city. Capra was the son of a local bartender, whom had become an incredibly tough woman, due to being forced to deal with rowdy customers, and pirates for many years. Capra never met his father. He was the result of an affair, and he knew that. But his mother was kind, even if she was very, very stern. Living in a crappy town, and living with a tough as nails mother, Capra was taught self defense at an early age. His first ever lesson amounted to his mother telling him that if an angry man ever tried to assault him, he should hit him as hard as possible in the balls. She was a really great mother. Capra continued to learn self defense from his mother, and began helping out around the bar at 10. That was also when his mother encouraged him to get a hobby. He wanted to impress people, and for people to think he was cool, so of course he started learning how to play a guitar. Unfortunately, it was around this time that things went south. Really south. Really fast. The island was known through the West Blue as neutral territory. Nobody tried to claim or destroy it, because it was a place for everyone. But one up-and-coming crew decided that the best way to gain notoriety was to attack the one island nobody dared to.

And to be fair, it worked. They assaulted the island with cannon fire from out at sea. Destroying ships, houses, and among other things, the bar. Capra and his mother were in the bar when it collapsed, along with many others, including a band of mercenaries who were frequent customers. Some escaped, some didn't. Capra and his mother..were among the unlucky ones. The rubble collapsed on them. Capra's mother violently lobbed Capra out of the way, and was crushed by the rubble soon after. Capra's grief quickly overwhelmed him, and he sat there sobbing, while the pirates raided the town. The pirates quickly found that there was another reason people didn't attack the island. A band of mercenaries, calling themselves The Worst Company, had taken a liking to the island, and were frequent visitors. And they were really, really mad that their favorite bar had just been blown to bits. The resulting battle was gruesome. Swords clashed together, guns rang out, and bones crumpled under the strength of fists. Fires started all across town, and Capra still just sat there in shock.

The mercenaries were winning by a large margin, until one of the pirates took Capra hostage. He threatened the child at gunpoint, and stated that if they tried to attack, he would kill him. The mercenaries liked Capra alright. But they were mercenaries, not marines. They didn't care that much. Capra was smart enough to realize this, and thought back to his mother's advice. And kicked the pirate in the balls as hard as possible. The pirate crumpled, and was then swiftly killed by a bullet to the brain. The battle was over, but the resulting destruction was evident. Capra was furious, terrified, and filled with grief, all at the same time. But all of that turned to confusion when the leader of the mercenaries picked Capra up, and dragged him back to their ship.

Capra's mother was always a respected bartender, but the mercenary group had been rather fond of her. Especially her quick wit, and mean streak, which reminded them of themselves. So, they thought it was only right to make sure her son was safe. Of course, bounty hunters like themselves tended to be bad at keeping people safe, so instead they just made him one of them. He was once again trained in self defense, the mercenaries surprisingly taught him basically what his mother had. And he told them as much, they found that incredibly amusing, gave him a hatchet, and told him to go wild. At age 13 Capra was allowed to hunt pirates alongside them.

The traveled across the seas, West, East, North, South, all of the four blues. They weren't the most infamous bounty hunters, but they were strong enough. Capra didn't mind the killing all that much, it wasn't that the 13 year old enjoyed killing, but after the events three years prior, and the fact that he liked his "family" far more than he liked pirates, he lived with it. He was good enough with a hatchet, and even better at fighting dirty. So he didn't exactly slow the group down. Eventually, the group made the collective decision to head to the grand line. After much preparation, by which I mean they all got as drunk as possible and partied, they set off to reverse mountain. And somehow, they survived.

The grand line was surreal. It was a strange, foreign place, filled with strange people, strange islands, and strange events. Strangest of all were the pirates. They weren't like the pirates in the four blues. These pirates meant business. It was rough on the group, but they made a living hunting rookie pirates who got too bold, and crews that were weaker than most. Eventually, they even went after some bigger fish. Taking down some respectable crews. They kept hunting, and Capra only kept improving, by the time he was 15 he started using lots more hatchets. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

They were in over their heads, Capra knew it, but they wouldn't listen. This pirate crew was filled with some of the most vile, dangerous men the first half of the grand line had to offer, and they showed no mercy to bounty hunters. Yet still, the leader of The Worst Company had decided they needed to defeat them to make a name for themselves. And so they hunted. After two weeks of following leads, and interrogating other crews into spilling information, they encountered their foes. And were completely wiped out. The pirate crew had stolen a marine warship, and blew the sloop that Capra and his "family" called their own to pieces within minutes. Not only that, but the crew had several fishmen in their ranks. And after the ship was destroyed, the fishmen dove into the water, and began massacring the bounty hunters. After only a few minutes, Capra and the leader were the only two left. The leader was an enigmatic person, he drank and partied with everyone else, but you could tell he was always holding back his emotions, so Capra never considered himself all that close to his boss. But, he soon realized that his boss was practically his father. He never spoke with Capra much, but he was always the one getting him out of danger. If he were to die, at least it would be with his friend, and father figure. The fishmen sped towards the two remaining bounty hunters. And before Capra's eyes, the boss drew his sword, turned to him, and nodded. Capra understood what was going to happen, and he wanted to do nothing less than leave his boss, but if he didn't leave, they'd both die. Capra turned around, and swam for his life. He could never out swim a fishman, no matter how hard he tried. But the boss was holding all three fishmen off with his swordsmanship, even while he was at a disadvantage, and the fishmen were in the water. Capra saw all three fishmen fall as he swam away, and for a moment, he thought his boss was safe, but then, he sunk into the ocean before Capra's eyes. Capra kept swimming, and thankfully, the rest of the crew had lost interest in him, and didn't chase him. Capra kept swimming until exhaustion, and even then, he still kept swimming. Eventually though, he passed out.

Capra woke up days later washed ashore on an uninhabited island. He had trouble even walking from exhaustion, dehydration, and hunger. After several hours of very slow searching, Capra collapsed next to the first edible thing he found. It was a very, very ugly peach. But Capra was too hungry to complain. He ate every bite of the awful tasting thing. He really hoped he wouldn't get food poisoning from it.

It was only after partially recovering from his fatigue that Capra realized he had eaten a devil fruit. He spent the next two hours cursing and panicking. How could he get off the island now that he had no way of swimming!? He waited, and waited. It took two months for a ship to pass by.

The ship that did pick Capra up was owned by an infamous black market broker, whom had intended to sell Capra into slavery before Capra killed two of his best mercenaries without much effort. Instead, he offered Capra a job. Capra really needed the money, and didn't want to fight anymore people when he was in such bad shape, so he accepted. Capra got paid to guard the black market broker, and he got paid to kill for the black market broker. It was really easy money. After awhile, Capra got deeply involved in the black market. He was often hired by the broker's associates, for various odd jobs. Almost all involved hurting people, but Capra was good at that so he didn't complain. I mean he did complain, he liked complaining, but he did the jobs. Sometimes he was hired by one of the most cheerful men he had ever met. An eccentric businessman with too much money and nothing to spend it on. Capra had done such a good job on the last mission the cheerful man sent him on, that he had gifted Capra with a Poleaxe, it was supposedly top of the line when it came to quality, and was implanted with two dials. Capra had to ask several people what dials were, but he was very content with the result. Capra kept doing odd jobs, but the black market began getting more and more taxing, so Capra began accepting less and less jobs. When his contract was finally up for renewal, after ten years of doing this job, Capra couldn't have been more thankful. He politely declined the offer of renewing a contract, but offered to accept a job here and there for the black market. He went off on his own, hunting pirates, getting into fights, but really, he just wandered aimlessly from place to place. He didn't even know that he was infamous in his own right as "The Huntsman" a name given to him during his ten year stay in the company of the black market. Apparently, people feared him, but nobody recognized him, so it didn't really matter. Capra couldn't care less anyway, he just wanted to find something he was passionate about.