Sorry for the rough start I swear it will get better I just didn't know how to start. Burr is patience, understanding, and sorrow, Laf is optimism, Laurens Justice, and Herc is just a normal human cause I couldn't think of anything.
"Pardon me are you Aaron Burr, Sir?"
Burr turned around slowly, knowing full well what to expect after so many times.
"Depends, who's asking?"
"Oh sure, sir, I'm Alexander Hamilton I'm at your service sir. I was wondering how you managed to have three traits. I mean having one is rather rare to start with, two is almost impossible, so how do you manage three?"
"Well I suppose I've no choice. It was simpily a luck of the draw, which I'm sure you can understand with your own traits."
Hamiltons mouth dropped in surprise and Burr chuckled.
"Understanding. It's one of my traits, which I'm surprised you didn't know. What are yours may I ask?"
"I'm both Wrath and Impulse."
Well. That certainly didn't sound like a good combination.
"Let me offer you some free advice-" Right that moment the sons of liberty came in, and Hamilton was immediately intrested and drifted toward them.
"Hey I heard you talking of the revolution, you British trash?"
The bulky dark one laughed, "I'd rather be dead. Who are you sticking your nose in everyone's business kid?"
"Well sorryyyyyy I just want to make sure you're not an idiot geez. I can't help that I'm impulse."
Both of the other men lit up at the mention of a trait and one with a deep accent immediately introduced himself and his friends.
"As in that is actually who you are? Well it is about we met another one of us no? I am Lafayette, this is John Laurens and Hercules Mulligan."
Burr watched them walk away. It stings a little, but thats to be expected when you're the personification of sorrow. It's ok though, he could wait for them to meet again.