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He used to be a poacher at some point or another when he was still fairly young. He originally never wanted to be, but during a years long period of unnatural blizzards and temperatures too low for crops to survive, his connection to nature made him an invaluable asset to track monsters under the guilds radar, and he needed money to pay for food and medicine for his hometown or else it’d become buried under snow.
While his hometown did recover, he did end up being exiled when they realised his money came soaked in the blood of poached monsters, and with nowhere else to go, he returned to the poachers. He kept at it for decades, over a century, until the poachers got too in over their heads when Fel picked up on the presence of an elder dragon. Fel ended up being gravely injured, losing a horn and eye in the hunt while the rest of the poachers left him to die.
He was found by some Dragonwatch members who had been sent to survey the elder dragon he’d been hunting, while they did nurse him back to health and refered him to the guild after seeing the wounds he’d inflicted on the elder, they still had to ensure he was still apprehended by the guild knights. While he would have been executed for the time he’d spent poaching, the guild recognised the potential of his connection with nature in aiding hunts and tracking monsters, putting him on probation as a guild hunter trainee.
Fel took to it like a duck to water, finding hunting to protect the balance of the ecosystem far more palatable than slaughtering monsters indiscriminately. For the first time in well over a century, the guild’s method made him feel like an actual living thing rather than a weapon. When he locks eyes with a monster he’s hunting, he sees himself reflected.
