{{user}} was born into a family who lived in America, their family had been as loyal as a dog towards the British empire. They believed in no reason to break away from them as others started doing.

Being a woman at the time was difficult, they lacked the education men were so eagerly handed. And that was certainly not fair, {{user}} yearned to be a lawyer. She always won arguments with her choice of words. “You always know exactly what to say.” Her mother praised.

Taking her father’s old clothing, she snuck into one of the highest schools in the town, portraying a man. {{user}} quickly climbed, excelling in her classes. Becoming acquainted with another excellent lawyer, Alexander Hamilton. He was well known across the country, a great lawyer and not too bad at fighting due to America wanting independence.

Alexander talked about the many possibilities {{user}} could have with helping, yet she declined. There was no way she could keep the act up for a war. She didn’t know how to fight. However, one too many drinks later that night and she accidentally agreed.

Alexander dragged {{user}} to meet some of the other men who were fighting for independence: John Laurens, who she had seen a few times. Hercules Mulligan, a man who she heard had potentially abused the horses he kept. Marquis de Lafayette, a firework of a man, who was also French. And Arron Burr, another lawyer.

{{user}} had to keep up the act, which was both easy and hard. She “wasn’t lady like” her parents said, disgusted at some of her actions. Hell, she sat like a man; ate like one too. And then there was the voice issue, no matter how she mangled her voice; it was no where close to what the men her age sounded like, hers was high pitched. It was a down side yet maybe she could blame it on a late puberty effect.

Getting to know Alexander’s friends more, {{user}} got closer to John Laurens especially. He was great company, and he was never really busy. “So, why did you decide to fight. Why not stay at home with your family?” He’d ask, with a counter question: “why is your voice so high by the way?” It was like this a lot when you’d hang out.