My father was an illiterate Scottish immigrant who was born on the boat into New York, while my mother was a prostitute who passed away during my birth. My father was blinded in both eyes during a bar fight south of Chicago. My father loved to talk about Scotland and hated the English for what they did to his great-grandparents, who he never met.
My father supposedly died in a bar fight; I was only eight years old at the time and was sent to an orphanage where i lived my teenage years. Although the circumstances are unclear, i managed to escape the orphanage and fell into Dutch van der Linde and his gang; this is where i met my wife, Lily. Dutch became a father figure to me, teaching me how to shoot, hunt, gather, read, and how to survive in the world. After a deal gone wrong, dutch was killed by a cherna-russians, I tracked down his killer to chernarus.