I was born in a small village in Earra Ghaidheal (Argyll) in what is today known as Scotland. My kin were constantly harassed by the Picts when they settled in this area, so they quickly became skilled fighters. My father was a brewer and he made sure that I learned his trade, but as he was not a warrior, I never learned the fighting arts. My mother died in childbirth, leaving me as an only child, but I was very close with her brother and he taught me the basic skills of leatherwork that I have today.

As a child, my father fostered me to the Tuatha de Bhrian, as he had some dealings with them in the past and was impressed by both their skills as craftspeople and by their hospitality. I spent a number of good years with Tuatha de Bhrian, where I honed my skills in leatherwork and found that I had a natural talent for brewing.

Finally, the day came when it was time to return to my homeland, so I bid my friends at Tuatha de Bhrian goodbye and made my way back to Earra Ghaidheal.

Unfortunately, when I got back I found that the Roman's, who called us "The Scotti," had attacked my people and slaughtered them almost to a man. I only escaped their fate because I was not around when the battle took place. As I walked through the remains of my village I came across the bodies of many of my kinsmen, but being good fighters themselves, there were a fair number of Roman dead as well. I stripped the armor and weapons from one of the dead Roman soldiers and after burying my father, decided to set out on my own.

I wandered for about a year, living off the land and by doing small tasks at various villages that I passed through.

Finally, I got tired of this nomadic lifestyle, and I made my way back to the lands of the Tuatha de Bhrian, where I was once again welcomed and shown the hospitality that they are famous for. In addition to constantly expanding my skills as a brewer, I am also now being taught to properly use the armor and weapons that I had been carrying around with me for the past year.