Dorian’s path had not been an easy one, and he knows it’s his own doing. It’s been an uphill trek for many years now and until recently, he hasn’t had a moment’s respite. Being a criminal always on the move, he hasn’t had the luxury of making friends. Although, he has hopefully found a place where he can stay, Dorian’s heads aren’t so high in the clouds to think that it could be that easy. It not only keeps himself safe, but also protects anyone who might befriend him from the pain of learning who he really is… when the inevitable truth comes out.

He’s always been on the more shy and introverted side, keeping to himself even when he wasn’t on the run from the law. That’s not to say Dorian doesn’t desire friends or companionship, but it doesn’t hurt when it comes to keeping himself a bit removed from those around him. But being more quiet, doesn’t mean he isn’t a kind or caring person. When someone actually gets him to speak, he actually enjoys conversing about hobbies, passions and anything else. Sometimes even forgetting his own secret when deep enough in thrilling conversation, which can become pretty dangerous if he doesn’t watch himself.

Dorian was raised on manners, surprising when the truth of his upbringing… or rather Percival’s, is that he grew up in an orphanage. He is always the person to say please or thank you, open the door for others or let them before him in any line. He has a sincere humbleness to him, where it genuinely makes him happy to be polite and considerate to others. Some could consider it brown nosing, and maybe to some extent he’d rather be friendly to everyone so they wouldn’t even consider him capable of murder. But the truth is, it is just his nature… Which maybe makes his own truths hard for even himself to believe.

He never prided himself on being a mysterious person, nor did he ever want to be. Dorian knew it was the only way to try to have a new life before the Witch Council found him out. He always believe in the idea of making lies as true as possible, but even that is a difficult challenge in his predicament. So he inevitably comes off more mysterious. Dorian has a talent of diverting questions and conversations back on the other person so he doesn’t have to divulge too much about himself. But eventually, that won’t even be enough.

Dorian… Wasn’t always Dorian. The truth of the matter is that Dorian only came into being two years prior. No records of Mr. Fawkes exist before that, no matter how deeply someone were to look into it. His real name was Percival Burroughs. Many things about him were different then, most things.

Percival grew up in Birmingham, England. He was raised in an orphanage for most of his young life. His parents died or disappeared when he was a babe. There was never any concrete evidence into what exactly happened to his parents, but all that was known is that they vanished into thin air. Any records of them show no map to what happened, no doubt the truth of his parentage causing to the cover up, whatever it may be. Mortals never know anything when it comes to the disappearances of Witches or Warlocks.

Growing up an orphan is never easy for any child and in particular Percival. He was an odd boy, scraggly who kept to himself, often the target for bullying. So, it was lucky for him when he was fifteen, a mysterious woman came to the orphanage and spirited him away to the Birmingham Academy of Unseen Arts. Once the truth about who he was came to light, it was as easy as breathing for Percival to embrace the Academy. Then when he turned sixteen, he signed his name into the book of the beast and never looked back… Until he met Evelyn.

She was a mortal girl who worked at a small book store in Coventry. Percival knew the laws, just like any other Witch or Warlock, but he was drawn to her unlike anyone he’d met before. Nearly every weekend, he’d take a train to Coventry to see her. They’d spend hours walking through town, talking about books or whatever else they pleased.

Percival began dating her in private and quickly declared his love for her. He was so infatuated with Evelyn, that he told her his secret. And to his surprise, she was not scared but embraced him for who he was. He was willing for forsake the Path of Night to run away with her, and start a new life far from the Church of Night, Witches and Lucifer.

But being blinded by his love and his haste, Percival got sloppy. As he began to make plans and prepare everything for them to leave over the following weeks, Oliver, a detestable Warlock at the Academy started to notice the signs. He never like Percival, often trying to degrade him for being an orphan or not growing up in the Church of Night since he was a boy.

One day, Oliver followed Percival to Coventry and found out the truth behind his frequent disappearances. He waited for Percival to leave, then let himself into Evelyn’s home. The next day, he returned to Evelyn with bags in hand ready to leave, only to find her dead on the floor, while Oliver sat in a chair beside her, smoking a cigarette with blood stained hands.

Oliver had began his speech of how being with a mortal was dishonorable and against the law, spewing on about how she was inferior and beneath them. But Pervical was blinded by rage. He blacked out and once he came too, there were two corpses in the small flat.

The crime of murdering another Witch was punishable by death. Percival had no choice but to run. He moved around the world for nearly three years but no matter where he went, from France to South Africa, the church of night found him. His last encounter with them, he barely escaped. With no choice left, he booked passage to America and abandoned any memory of Percival Burroughs and the life he had.

Dorian Fawkes, a 25 year old transfer student from Spokane, Washington. His parents saved up what money they could to send him to the best school in the country, the New York Academy of Unseen Arts. A simple false life, made for a simple lie. He trained himself to lose his accent and with some studying, he found a sufficient glamour spell. Instead of being over the top, Dorian kept it simple changing his appearance just enough so that he looked like a different man, rather than the wanted posters of Percival Burroughs posted in every Coven’s Sanctum.