Alex Hamilton || DSMP AU.

Alex Hamilton.

how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Carribean by a providence impoverished in squaler, grow up to be a hero and a Scholar?

"the ten dollar, founded father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter." he went on as he read the words from an old diary he kept in his room.

"go on! go on!" the young girl giggled and played with a blonde haired doll, a grin plastering her face as her grandad read the paragraphs, hand wrote in  1776; all about the parentless young boy who longed to be just like him, taking every turn and chasing every shot. the story of the young lawyer always shook Wibur up, especially whenever he read the chapter of the duel that took place. the founding fathers having no person to look up to, so they looked in to the future, trying to find a way to forget the ways of neglect and death. their career paths getting to the same, long road. but that road only fits one car.

"and everyday while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away, across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up. inside, he was longing for something to be apart of. the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter. then a hurricane came, and devistation reigned, our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain. he put a pencil to his temple, conneced it to his brain. and then wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain." he spoke slowly, taking in the meaningful words that he wrote; all about the two men whose career paths ended up driving down the same road, but that road could only fit one car, and Wilbur did not want to make room for nobody, and he didn't want to cause a crash, so wha could he do? block the road until the lane was clear for miles.

" well, the word got around, tehy said.." he chuckled under his breath at the quotes; deciding them to read the out loud so his granchild could be somewhat apart of his past experience. "man this kid is insane! man, took up a collection just to send him to the mainland. get your education, don't forget from whence you came- what's yourname?"

and this, this is where everything started, how colonies fought, and how war went down, how true love happened, how jealousy stirred, how speculation terrorised a mans paranoia.

and the world going to know your name!

"i- Alexis Hamilton, sir. but you can call me Alex- Wilbur, sir." the man rushed his words out, his hair slicked backward in gel, his authentic, sweaty face showed how serious and nervous the man was, it seemed to be awfully convinent as the man was walking about like a lost dog until he found what he was looking for outside of a rustic old, but classy bar that almost every sane man went to, the times the man shared with his great friends in there was almost envious; but you could create your own.

"do you need anything in particular- Alex?" he asked, nobody had came up to him before unless it was legal or buisness matters, so this confused him slight bit as he had never seen the face of this man, only heard about what he has wrote, but had never read what he has wrote.

"yes- Wilbur, sir." Alex spoke, waiting for Wilbur to accept what he was going to say.

Wilbur wasn't any less than confused, waiting to hear the others mans words, looking at him in confusion. "go on?"

"ah! i've wanted to know this for a while so i can persure my career." he laughed slightly to himself, soon looking right at Wilbur. "right- Wilbur, sir. i've wanted to know- how on earth did you graduate so fast? could you teacg me how- could you teach me your ways?" he asked.

history has it's eyes on you.

and the worlds going to know your name.

whats your name?

Alexis Hamilton.