If you’ve been reading my blog long enough you know my life has not ever been normal. I wasn’t born under normal circumstances. My parentage was far from normal. My childhood was rough. But through it all I’ve always had Dorian.
But there was a time when I was nothing more than a research paper to Dorian Vega. He was my guardian on paper since my arrival in New York City. He has been my guide always. But when I first came to Dorian I was one of his first charges. He was new to the Academy having only recently taken his Ad Aetatem and graduating himself from there. He was attending Columbia University as a Child Psychology major. He went on to get his Masters and Doctorate in Child Phscyology which has lead him to second most powerful man in the Academy.
To get there, he studied me. For the first 5 or 6 years I was just a paper to him. But after I became Cesari things changed. Dorian took a bigger interest in me. In studying me, but he took the opportunity because I was rare and special to get to know me. To be a friend, a fatherly figure when I needed it. He became active in my life. Insuring more of my needs were met, not just the necessities such as food, clothes and supplies. He worked with me on a personal level, taking me home for weekends, spending vacations with him and his family.
Dorian did write that research paper about me. Submitted to the research foundations inside of the Infirmary and the Archives and it was the reason he is where he is. But that paper was a lot more than just an analytical look at my life, it was a personal look at himself through the eyes of a child. I do have a great many things to be angered at Dorian for. But he’s the only person I really considered family other than Jace. I can’t stay mad at him for long. He may not be my father, but he was the closest thing I had to one. I hope one day I’ll be half as close to my own father as I am to Dorian. And I hope I’m at least half as good as Dorian is at raising brats like me.