Alexander Cabot is thoroughly convinced that he is the champion of his own Shakespearean tragedy. Born and bred in Buckinghamshire, England, Alex has been all over the world. He started jet setting in diapers and his father will see to it that he won't stop until he's six feet under. But Alex has grown oh so tired of the silver spoons, the luxury cars and most certainly the cocaine benders. He wants to live like the common man, or at least, he thinks he does.
Alexander Cabot can usually be seen among the parties of Manhattan or the streets of the Bronx. He tries to ride the subway, with much of his face obscured of course. He gives food to the homeless and only food. You never know what your dollar could go to and Alex certainly doesn't want to fund this hobo homeless man's imagined crack habit.
Alexander Cabot tries to be nice, to escape the shackles of birthright but some things are based in nurture and they can't be ran away from. As much as he seems to want to, Alex can't seem to shake his tendency of seeing the have-nots as pets and pet projects not actual people. Right now, he has an eye on a certain cat...