My Name is General William Alexander, “Lord Stirling”: Loyal Son of Liberty I was born in New York City in 1726, into a family of Scottish descent with a proud sense of heritage and responsibility. My father, James Alexander, had been a respected colonial official and lawyer, a man of intellect and strong conviction. From him, I inherited not only a keen mind for organization but also a sense of duty to serve the colonies that had become our home. Yet I also carried a deeper

My Name is Nathan Hale: American Patriot and Spy I was born in Coventry, Connecticut, in 1755, to a large family that valued faith, learning, and duty. From my earliest days, I sought to live with purpose, to be useful to my fellow man and to the ideals that seemed to stir in the hearts of so many around me. When I attended Yale College, I was filled with excitement for philosophy, languages, and the sciences—but even more for the promise of a world where reason and liberty g

My Name is Admiral Charles Hector, comte d’Estaing: French Fleet Commander I was born in 1729 in Auvergne, France, into a family of noble standing and military tradition. My father served honorably in the army, and from a young age, I too was drawn to the life of service and command. I began my career in the French army, earning distinction in the War of the Austrian Succession, but it was the call of the sea that truly captured my ambition. By the 1750s, I transferred to the

My Name is Darius I the Great: King of Kings of the Persian Empire I was not born the heir to a throne but rather into the royal line of the Achaemenids, distant from power yet bound by loyalty. My father, Hystaspes, served nobly under Cyrus the Great, and I was trained in the arts of war and governance from an early age. When Cambyses, son of Cyrus, set out to conquer Egypt, I joined his campaign. It was during this time that Persia fell into chaos. A usurper claimed the thr

My Name is General John Burgoyne: British General and Dramatist I was born in 1722 in Sutton, England, into a world of elegance and expectation. My family was modest in means but noble in spirit, and I grew up yearning for both adventure and recognition. The army called to me as a stage upon which a man of wit and bravery could earn his place in history. I purchased a commission and began my career in the British cavalry, where I soon earned a reputation for boldness and char

My Name is King Nabonidus: The Last King of Babylon I am Nabonidus, the last king to sit upon the throne of Babylon. My reign began in the year 556 before the birth of Christ, a time when our empire still gleamed from the triumphs of Nebuchadnezzar. Yet I inherited a kingdom restless beneath its own glory. The temples overflowed with offerings, the people sang praises to Marduk, and yet, I felt the divine favor slipping away. I did not come from a royal line like those before

My Name is John Laurens: Patriot Soldier and Advocate for Liberty I was born in 1754 in Charleston, South Carolina, to one of the most prominent families in the colonies. My father, Henry Laurens, was a wealthy merchant and later served as President of the Continental Congress. From an early age, I was taught the ways of refinement, learning in London where my father conducted business. Yet even in that world of luxury, I felt the pull of something greater—the call of justice

My Name is King Nabopolassar: Founder of the Neo-Babylonian Empire I was born in a time when Babylon, once the jewel of Mesopotamia, bowed beneath the heavy yoke of Assyria. Their kings ruled with iron, their armies marched with cruelty, and their scribes recorded our humiliation. I served first as a governor under their empire, but my heart was never theirs. The gods of Babylon whispered in the winds that the time of our chains was ending. When the Assyrian king grew weak an

My Name is John Witherspoon: Minister, Educator, and Signer of the Declaration of Independence I was born on February 5, 1723, in the parish of Yester, East Lothian, Scotland. My father, Reverend James Witherspoon, was a devout minister of the Church of Scotland, and from him, I inherited both faith and discipline. My mother, Anne Walker, was known for her strength of character and keen intellect. From an early age, I was steeped in scripture, logic, and moral philosophy. My

My Name is King Ashur-dan II: The Reclaimer of Assyria’s Borders When I ascended the throne of Assyria around the year 934 BC, my kingdom was a shadow of its former greatness. The lands that once bowed to Assur’s might had fallen away, trade routes were broken, and cities lay in disrepair. The memory of our ancestors’ empire lingered like the last embers of a dying fire, and it was upon me to rekindle that flame. I was not born into luxury, but into duty—to restore the streng