(except it's not ALEXANDER but you know what I mean.)

He knew very well he was a bastard and an orphan, his father leaving when he was ten and his mother dying from illness at age twelve. He was the son of a whore who had married then got impregnated by a man who the islanders assumed to be a Scotsman. His face was printed on the ten dollar bill, he was a Founding Father and only fourteen when placed in charge of a trading charter. He struggled to keep his guard up and longed for something to be a part of.

When he was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed his village, him being one of the few who survived. He wrote everything he knew down, and the word quickly spread to the colonies of America. While they collected money to send him to the colonies, he went to live with a cousin, who later committed suicide. He started reading every treatise on the shelf, working and clerking for his mother's landlord. Finally, he was sent to America, meeting the man who was his first friend, his enemy, and one of the last faces he'd see.

The young nineteen year old didn't know this at the time, but he would grow up to be a hero and a scholar.
What was his name, you ask?

Why, his name...
was Nicholas Hamilton.