Skut McDugal grew up in a Copper Mining Town in Scotland named Allihies near Castletownbere. Was 25 when he Heard about all the fresh new minning towns. Upon arriving in Boston he had a classic case of culture shock, coming from a small Irish town to this mighty city was amazing.
Skut had spent much of his off hours in ireland soaking up tales or the fey folk, and the old days. When he got to Boston he spent much time and more money then he should have siting in bars where the sailors and traveles were listening to stories. One night he noticed a pale white haired stranger in the bar, he seemed to be watching Skut, but every time he looked over that way the man was staring at the wall and mumbling to himself. That night He had terrible nightmares, that followed him into the next night, and seemed to haunt him while he was alone. Each night he saw that pale stranger in the bar, and he became convince he was goign mad as the visions and sounds haunted him more and more. He started to have visions of the pale stranger following him around around the city, and watching him as he lay in bed. Then one night, the dreams became a reality and exquisit pain followed by wonderful extasy flowed through him and he felt himself drifting away. He rank of some salty liquid, and then slept.
When He awoke he was in a celar, the Darkness was not as frightening, the pale stranger was gone, but the madness only got worse. That was 30 years ago.
Hes still interested in storied of the Occult, vapire lore and such.
He makes friends with anyone, as a way of expanding his netowrk of information sources. He soemtimes quotes passages or phrases hes heard, very often confusing those around him. His haven is in a dark tunnel behind a large tool box in the pit of his garage. His natural affinity for tools and mechanical devices allows him to make some money fixing cars, but hes not above a little burglary if there is some lore to be gained.