“ I admit that I would find it… Regrettable to be hit by a car… “
He allows the sentence to sit uncomfortable for a few seconds, allows his wrist to remain in the larger androids grip as he works on finding a way through the synthetic emotions he appeared to be experiencing. Human emotions were something he could mimic, something that he could use to integrate easily and extract information, but the distress he felt at getting destroyed wasn’t that.
[ INSTABILITY INCREASING ]
“ However, my successor would simply take my place. “
“ well, i suppose that’s all i can ask for. ”
briefly looking down at how his fellow android did not deny his touch stephen quirked an eyebrow, LED turning a quick yellow as he processed the information received. he wasn’t sure if connor had caught up yet, so to speak, but as an after thought he led the other man to sit upon a nearby bench — satisfied in knowing that the bus route had already ended for the night.
after a moment, he dislodged his hand from connor’s wrist.
“ successor or no, it’d still be preferable for you to not get hit, hm? ”
“ My mission is to detain you, and bring you in. Why were you worried for me ? “
The last time they had spoken, Connor had chased the deviant out of his house, had uprooted what little life he’d made for himself, had put him and his cat in danger, and yet when he himself had run out into the street out of a left over emotion shock, Stephen had followed and made sure he was alright.
[ IS HE WORRIED BECAUSE HE IS DEVIANT? ]
[ IS HE WORRIED BECAUSE YOU ARE DEVIANT? ]
“ You should have tried to destroy me, Stephen. “
it was lucky, the moment he looked over his shoulder at his pursuer connor stopped dead in front of a car — instinct kicking in, making him turn about and quickly grab him and get him out of the way. at his words.. the thought of destroying connor was an abhorrent thought, no matter if he could simply be fixed. this clearly showed in his expression — LED turning a bright yellow momentarily at the thought.
“ i am — was, a doctor, i do not destroy. no matter our colorful history, i’m not simply letting you, a fellow android, get hit by a car. ”
after all, cyberlife would find a way to pin it on him — make his life even harder than it was, somehow.
Whatever sentence he’s been looking for is gone when Stephen takes his hand again, and while he might not be able to look the larger android in the face he finds he can force himself to look down between them, to see their Bio-skin pull away as the connection is made all over again. Only this time he can’t feel Stephen pushing, there’s no press into his own programming, instead some sort of opening to the other mans.
The access to the deviants memory is open.
And Connor was created too curious for his own good.
Before looking he uses his free hand to carefully lift diamond and set her on the other mans lap instead, turning his hips faintly so that he was facing the Deviant as he sets his other hand on his own knee, fingers twitching faintly against the blue denim of his jeans as he he starts to gently explore into the memories he’s being shared.
Some were boring in a way, but despite finding no real pull from the images of Stephen helping people, his LED flickers from the concentration that probing it’s memory takes.
He’s not sure if it’s Stephens impatience or his own need that brings him to the point of deviation, that leaves him sitting in a car in the rain. Quickly that flickering blue LED becomes a flickering gold one, and almost immediately after Connor is glad he moved the cat because the second the sound of crunching metal hits him and the vehicle begins to spin Connor jumps up,jerking his hand away as he steps backwards into the street, trying to get away from these sensations he shouldn’t be feeling.
[ SOFTWARE INSTABILITY RISING ]
LED flashing red, Connor looks down at his hands, watching them tremor in a way that he can’t control, eventually pressing them against his chest as he works to gather control over himself all over again. He was terrified.
But this emotion wasn’t his. He didn’t want it. Didn’t need it.
He wasn’t a deviant.
feeling connor prod into his memories was jarring — but he offered, and shuddered in remembrance of the night he deviated. his eyes were open in that moment, and he watched connor relive his memories and saw his hands shake, akin to his own. he wasn’t sure why connor went towards that memory in particular, though he did pick up on the further rising of the other android’s software instability.
[SCANNING… … … STRESS LEVELS RISING]
wordlessly stephen stood from where he was sitting upon the bench, after setting diamond aside and allowing her to stay rather comfortable in his wake. he didn’t connect their hands once more, instead puting a comforting weight of a shaken hand on connor’s shoulder, urging him to look him in the eyes as he frowned. the red light of his LED was worrying, stephen’s own turning gold as he considered his actions carefully.
“ it’s alright connor, you are alright. ” his words were an attempt at comfort, whether or not they may be closer to a lie, than truth. he needed connor’s stress levels to back down — they were nearing heights that would prove.. worrying.
almost as if sensing the same thing diamond meowed quietly before moving towards connor, all but jumping on him as she climbed to shit on his shoulders — once again stunning stephen into silence, as well as small bits of jealousy. he again wondered why she cared for him this much this quickly, but again, this was not the time to ponder this matter.
“ while i question why you near immediately went to the night of my deviation, i will not voice it at this time.. would you like me to leave, or perhaps stay with you until you receive your next assignment? ” he was concerned over the well-being of the rk800, he didn’t know why, but he was.
all he knew was that if connor decided to deviate from his code, he’d need someone to guide him — who better than himself?
Stephen disconnects and he feels… different, he feels almost tired, if it were at all possible. Connor pulls his now free hand back to himself, carefully setting it atop the cat as well, very gently petting her as she begins to doze off contently in his lap. She feels safe with him.
She probably shouldn’t.
[ REPORT DEVIANT LOCATION ? ]
The prompt appears again, and for a few seconds Connor finds himself staring at it, very slowly shaking his head and pushing it away, burying the prompt beneath the other one instructing him to wait for a lead. He couldn’t wait here with Stephen for cyberlife to collect him. His mission had priority.
Or at least that’s how he managed to push it away.
The question about what he’s feeling and thinking about is jarring, and while Connor doesn’t actually look at Stephen, he does turn his face a little towards him, staring off down the vacant street instead as he forces himself to answer within his programming.
“ I’m a machine, Stephen. I’m not a deviant. I don’t feel anything. “
his response was expected of the machine cyberlife created, and that was.. admittedly all he needed to know, however if connor truly were a part of the system, his location would be leaked and the police would once again be on the chase. connor was on the path towards deviation — that much was evident, but apparently he wasn’t all that far along.
watching connor not look at him and instead towards a street with nothing in it, was a bit of information that he didn’t let pass up — connor couldn’t look him in the eye and say such a thing, at least that was the way that the md600 was viewing it.
“ i am a machine, and i feel pity for you, connor. ” his voice was gentle, all but prodding the android to reach out for something, anything that would deviate him further. as much as he wasn’t truly a fan of him, it didn’t sit right that cyberlife created an android to hunt androids who found life.
without much thought he connected their hands once more, all but pushing connor to prod into his memories this time. “ i am a machine, and i think you’re in need of freedom — something i can help you with. ”
He’s silent for a few seconds longer, leaving his hand underneath Stephens but moving the other one to rest atop the cat in his lap, LED cycling slowly back to blue now that he was fully active again. The creature is soft, warm, her purrs at a vibration that was a new sort of pleasing to him. His gaze turns away from the deviant next android to diamond, frowning at the change in her state. She deserved better, she deserved to be well cared for, cleaned and fed.
And he was the reason she wasn’t.
Again his LED flicks to gold as he looks back over to Stephen for a moment, eyes finally landing on where their hands were touching. It’s odd to see Stephen showing him affection after he’d just chased him away from his home.
[ Report Deviant Location ? ]
“ I’m waiting. Detective Anderson has gone home and there are no leads on other cases. Why aren’t you avoiding me? “
the question to report his location popping up through their connection was jarring — though he was.. surprised, to see that connor didn’t immediately act on this prompt in his program. his question was met with a soft sigh, the android leaning back into the bench they sat upon as he merely watched diamond. it was strange, how she deemed connor likable easily enough, and he almost found himself jealous.
“ because you won’t do anything. ”
he didn’t know why his words held so much confidence, but.. his own programming was telling him that the software instability was leaning towards deviancy, and the fact alone was that he picked up on it, during their first meeting.
[ SCANNING… … … MD600 LOCATION: NO NEW FILES FOUND]
silently he disconnected their hands, “ your software is unstable.. what are you thinking, right now? humor me, what are you feeling? ”
It hasn’t been that long since he’d found himself in the deviants house, maybe about thirty hours ago, but since then he’s had a few rough cases, several uncomfortable conversations and seen more than one death. These were all things he was programmed to be able to handle, but when the lieutenant was asleep, those wandering thoughts seemed to multiply.
[ WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CHASE HIM? ]
[ WHY DID THEY HAVE TO RUN ? ]
[ WHY DO HUMANS HURT US ? ]
His LED flicks continuously between gold and red in this half awake state, not quite in the garden with Amanda but not fully aware of the world as he tried to make time pass more quickly. It’s in this state that he’s found, and despite the cat rubbing against him, despite the little chirps and purrs, it’s only when he feels the MD600 connect with him that he opens his eyes.
Oh.
[ WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CAPTURE HIM ? ]
[ SOFTWARE INSTABILITY RISING ]
“ — Stephen. “
the flickering of connor’s LED was troubling, though reading his thoughts and seeing his.. worries, were eye-opening in of itself. these were all signs of deviation, and it was clear that something was trying to prevent connor from breaking his protocols — or someone, perhaps. wordlessly he ran a rough thumb over the back of connor’s hand, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned in to study his features closer.
diamond was happy enough on the other android’s lap for the moment, though with this distraction he would keep their connection — at least until connor attempted to break it, then he wouldn’t protest.
“ connor. ” his voice was quiet, blue eye shining brighter than last time; his incompatible part was wearing into him more, and he had to make another trip to the junkyard — something he was evidently putting off, even if it meant damaging his visual components.
wordlessly he squeezed connor’s hand in his own, head tilting in curiosity to how the other would reply to something like this — some.. simple contact, that humans would often do with one another in situations of comfort. “ what are you doing?”
the android found himself watching over connor from a distance, the soft jingles of diamond’s collar off-putting his attempt at being covert. however.. this distance should be far enough, for it to not be too noticeable. the android was alone, seemingly.. waiting for something on the bench of an abandoned bus stop — nobody would be taking the bus at this hour of night, anyway.
without his notice diamond was already over with the other android, purring happily and looking a bit more ragged than when they last saw each other. scoffing in annoyance the md600 finally came forward, hands in his pockets as he kept a narrow gaze, hesitantly sitting next to connor as he could tell he was in a sort of.. sleep, mode? wordlessly he pressed his hand over the rk800′s, blinking a few times as he scanned connor’s own coding — pausing, and frowning when he noticed.. abundant, software instability.
they were finally free — and cyberlife issued a statement that they’d stop pursing them.. it felt like a dream, like it wasn’t real; but they were together, and with stephen’s savings they were able to afford a legitimate apartment, one that was built for androids specifically, sans anything that they simply didn’t need. all things considered it was small, more of a studio than anything, but..
it was home, a place they could come back to.
wordlessly stephen pulled connor into his arms in the bed they shared, before rolling onto his back and propping connor to sit up, stephen sitting up as well. wordlessly he wrapped an arm around his back, another around the back of the other android’s thigh — at this angle connor was looking down at him slightly, and stephen used this to his advantage. he kissed connor without a care, eyes closing as he pulled them both together.
connor had done it — he saved the thousands of androids in the warehouse deep below cyberlife’s headquarters. of course, markus’ speech was moving, but he couldn’t pay too much attention to it as he was waiting to.. he wasn’t sure, he just knew he needed to speak with the rk800.
once the speech was done he took a babbling connor to somewhere less populated, eventually covering his lips with his own to cut off his stream of words. as amusing as it was to see the shorter keep going on about his adventure, about how he told stephen that he had nothing to worry about, about how they were free from cyberlife together —
wordlessly stephen crouched closer to part his own lips slightly, urging connor to do the same. his hands were on connor’s hips, and he was fully tempted to all but haul the shorter up to wrap the other man’s legs around his hips — but that was something to think about later, for right now.. he just needed connor to stop talking.
“ You’ve already been found by me once, Stephen. Destroying me won’t help your situation. “
Getting cornered was never a good thing, with with one hand twisted and caused by his cuff, Connor carefully presses the palm of his free hand against the other androids chest, pushing faintly for just a moment as he closes his eyes.
The connection to the garden is instantaneous. His memory backing up just as quickly as he makes contact with Amanda. Which the conversation with her may have felt like it took longer than a few minutes, instead Connor seems to have paused for only a few seconds before his instructions are made clear once again.
[ AVOID DAMAGE TO DEVIANT. ]
“ It would have been nice to meet you under different circumstances. “
[ MEMORY UPLOADED. ]
his words were met with confusion, the android allowing himself to be gently shoved back if only because he was trying to figure out what he meant by that. the sight of connor closing his eyes was.. strange, and it only lasts but a few moments —
[FILES FOUND: MD600 LOCATION]
“no— no! ” immediately stephen swore beneath his breath, panic setting in as he fealt a sort of cold chill run over him. his LED switched to red as his stress levels rose considerably, and he immediately began looking around for his cat.
“ diamond — diamond! ” with a soft jingle of her collar the cat came back intot he room, and the android dashed towards her — picking her up as he ran for the door. he left everything behind ; he wouldn’t be returning here as he let his legs carry him with an almost alarming amount of efficiency.
He can readjust enough to avoid connection, but his jacket is caught instead, stopping him from a further retreat that didn’t require further combat. It really had only been a matter of seconds, if it were more than one, but all of the conversation they’d had until that point had been very quickly tossed out.
[ ANDROID STRESS LEVELS 96 % ]
[ UPLOAD … PAUSED ]
[ ANDROID STRESS LEVELS 87 % ]
“ Okay – Okay. “
His voice is soft, even toned despite the quick scuffle, and once again Connor lifts his hands to show his intent to be a pacifist. He didn’t much like the violent method of gatherin deviants, but unfortunately it usually wound up being the only option.
[ lie ? — > truth ? ]
“ You shouldn’t. But I’ll try. ”
the fact that connor opted to pause the upload caused his stress to decrease enough to stop attacking, though he kept his grip on the edge of connor’s jacket, moving to force him against a crumbling wall and get closer — eyes narrowed with dangerous intent. he needed the android to be restrained, the former doctor could tell that he’d say or do anything to save his own skin.
“ you’ll try. ” he sneered, annoyance evident in his tone. so basically, it was all but confirmed should he return to cyberlife he’d be reset, and forced back into the life he nearly died living.
“ try and upload your information and i’ll shut you down myself, connor. change your objective from capturing me, to bringing back information that may or may not be truthful. ” with this he stopped, using his height to full advantage as he glared.
The Android in front of him is larger. It has a better reach and a high amount of strength. And while Connor had many of his own advantages, he knows that getting caught in the grip could prove to make this encounter very difficult.
[ AVOID CONNECTION AT ALL COSTS. ]
[ MEMORY UPLOADING ]
The time it takes him to calculate the other mans moves as well as possible reactions span the milliseconds before the finished sentence and the lunge.
One of the benefits of his size was his ability to move quickly and efficiently, the hand reaching for him deflected as Connor takes a large step back, glancing about for just a moment to be sure that the feline that had been in the room before wasn’t going to get in the way.
[ destroy ? — > damage ? — > reason ? ]
“ — Stephen. This is a bad idea. Please, see reason. “
the fact that connor wanted him to see reason made his LED turn gold, his eyebrows furrowing as he once again moved to grab connor by the arm, or at the very least try and grab his sleeve. the commotion caused diamond to stretch where she was — slowly walking out of the room, wanting nothing to do with this.
“ stop the upload and i’ll see reason!” his voice held anger, laced with bits of.. panic? he didn’t want cyberlife to be able to find him, not after he found some semblance of normalcy in his new life of living.
with this he was coiled tight, ready to spring at any moment — should the upload complete he’d run the other way, leave this place and his cat behind (as much as it hurt to do so). should connor stop — he’d consider other alternatives.
“ tell me why i should believe you that cyberlife wouldn’t reset me. ”
With a slight cock of his head and the clench of his hands into fists, Connor readjusts his priorities. The deviant wasn’t going to come willingly, and Connor had no intention of allowing it to stay here. Even if he’d wanted to, it’s location would already be known to Cyberlife, and the next time it wouldn’t just be Connor at the door or waiting inside.
[ reason ? — > threaten ? ]
“ I’m afraid that I have to inform you that I’m not leaving without you. “
there it was — the threat that he’s been waiting for. with a quick smile with teeth stephen took off his rather restricting jacket, wearing only his turtleneck now as he rolled his shoulders, and then his neck.
silently the deviant swore beneath his breath before looking to connor, the skin disappearing from his hand as he began to get closer. he needed to cut off these loose ends — he wouldn’t allow cyberlife to know where he was.
“ then i’m afraid you’re simply not going to be leaving. ” with this he lunged, attempting to grab connor’s arm and connect with him to severe the information link.
“ Maybe you could do both. I could try to convince them not to reset you. Androids don’t need sleep, you can assist the hospitals during the night for trauma and assist the poor during the day. “
This is the closest he’s gotten with the deviant in frond of him, he could see the hesitation, see the change in his led even as he straightens out. If this line of question and offers was successful, then they could easily take a cab back and have everything settled by morning.
If it wasn’t ?
Connor glances around once again, the door and window both blocked out in with large red AR walls.
[ MISSION INCOMPLETE. REMAIN IN AREA ]
“ Work with me, Stephen. We can figure this out. “
the fact that connor was adamant that cyberlife wouldn’t reset his was amusing — or naive, either way, he wasn’t quite grasping the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere. wordlessly he watched the android look towards the exits, quirking an eyebrow when he spoke. ah — his mission was to bring him back.
well, they’d just have to get along then, because he wasn’t going anywhere and evidently, neither was connor.
“ i think i’m content staying here, connor. ” he gave a slow smirk, an eyebrow raising in a sort of challenge. with this he took off his beanie, hanging it on a makeshift coat rack before stretching his limbs — rolling his shoulders and keeping an eye on the other all the while.
The change in tone is enough to cause his LED to flick over to an uncomfortable red, though moments later the color is chased away by gold, then finally to blue as he readjusts his approach to adapt to this new information. The subject was fully deviated, and for far too long to rightly coerce into returning willingly.
Connor breathes deep, an action he doesn’t require but one that seemed to put some people at ease, even if the action could be mistaken for a sigh.
“ You were saving lives, Stephen. Was that so awful? “
that.. wasn’t what he expected to receive, in response to his attempt at getting connor to leave for fear of confrontation. after a moment’s pause he did lean back up, giving them both the space they had before he leaned down previously. he.. didn’t think about it, like that.
his own LED was a bright gold, visible now due to the shift in his beanie when he leaned over. he was conflicted — unsure how to answer this, but he’d try.
“ it’s what i was made to do, i had no choice in the matter. i’m saving lives now, by helping those that don’t have enough money for one of my replacements. i’m.. alive, now, instead of just a shell that would repair humans. i have a choice. ”
—— if you want to ship with me, please let me know beforehand. also know that stephen is divorced, and will not be fond of the idea of a relationship until much later. take into mind that he is bisexual with a preference towards women & demiromantic.
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DIVERGENT
divergent bits
✴ stephen is 6'6" instead of the canon 6'2", like literally everyone else.
comparison pic :
✴ stephen does not cheat on clea, regardless of where they are in the relationship, and they divorced because of how they were rarely in each other’s company ( regardless, stephen is bitter about the divorce ).
✴ stephen is not de-powered as a default, unless for a reason that i agree to in plotting before we create the starter.
✴ my MCU verse is 616 stephen loitering in the mcu. read more here.
✴ stephen’s hands eternally shake, and it’s especially prominent when they’re inactive. he can’t hold anything, open doors, or punch someone without immense pain.
✴ i only really acknowledge that the emperikul are on earth, and nothing else from the new run ( he would not kiss that fucking soul eater, marvel ), and will use the emperikul as the reason to his de-powering for plots, if not discussed in further detail.
dr. strange is incredibly self conscious of his hands, and will wear gloves whenever in public, or in the presence of another person. his scars from the car crash long ago are ever present, the constant shake consistently noticeable. they still ache with pain —- he is still unable to truly use them, unless of course he deliberately wants to hurt himself. he now prefers to stay at home, and let other ( younger ) heroes deal with non-magical enemies.
stephen is not good at social skills, and will often come off as either rude, or distant.
he is demiromantic, and will only have a male partner if it’s after a long while of threaded out seduction, by someone whom stephen doesn’t dislike, as well as with heavy encouragement from his potential partner. he prefers to remain single, so don’t expect it to be easy to get him into a relationship. ever since his estrangement / divorce ( abandonment ) with clea, he began to be wary of the concept of a mutually appreciative relationship.
PROFILE
— name : stephen strange.
— faceclaim( s ) : tom ellis, jonathan rhys meyers, michiel huisman, david gandy, adrien brody.
— alias( es ) : doctor strange, sorcerer supreme, master of the mystical arts, the doctor.
— alignment : true neutral; they don’t align strongly with good or evil, nor do they with chaotic or lawful. they usually are undecided between the four sections or just gravitate right in the middle.
— place of birth : philadelphia, pennsylvania.
— date of birth : november 18, 1930.
— age: 5'084.
— nationality : american.
— education : medical doctorate, extensive sorcery training through a mixture of self-education and vast arcane lore.
— occupation : sorcerer supreme of earth dimension, adventurer, occult consultant; former physician, neurosurgeon.
family life.
— marital status : divorced.
— known relatives : eugene and beverly strange (parents, deceased), victor strange (brother, presumed deceased), donna strange (sister, deceased), clea (wife, divorced).
this is the verse compliant with 616 canon, with a few tweaks here and there.
dr. strange is incredibly self conscious of his hands, and will wear gloves whenever in public, or in the presence of another person. his scars from the car crash long ago are ever present, the constant shake consistently noticeable. they still ache with pain —- he is still unable to truly use them, unless of course he deliberately wants to hurt himself. he now prefers to stay at home, and let other ( younger ) heroes deal with non-magical enemies.
stephen is not good at social skills, and will often come off as either rude, or distant.
he is demiromantic, and will only have a male partner if it’s after a long while of threaded out seduction, by someone whom stephen doesn’t dislike, as well as with heavy encouragement from his potential partner. he prefers to remain single, so don’t expect it to be easy to get him into a relationship. ever since his estrangement / divorce ( abandonment ) with clea, he began to be wary of the concept of a mutually appreciative relationship.
stephen mainly resided in the MCU ( Earth-199999, in his eyes ) to keep dormammu’s reign of fire from spilling into their dimension, among other things, before the sorcerer supreme of that universe finally deigned to appear. he too knew that it was no coincidence that the soul gems were being spotted all over the galaxy, and that the thanos of this world was planning on copying earth-616′s plan with potential for variation.
he would be needed to revive the dead once more, stop thanos and potentially keep the gems under his watchful eye. however.. the world was never in his favor, and strange was forced to wait in the shadows for the time this world’s stephen strange would become sorcerer supreme, and do all these things in his stead.
not wanting to overstep his boundaries in off throwing this world’s timeline was the main reason for his lack of action, despite the aggression he would more than likely receive for doing as such. of course he could have been able to stop tony from creating ultron– he could have even stopped loki from opening the dimensional rip and invading with an army of chitauri. but this was not his world to aid, and moral confines were thrown aside.
he could not choose a side, whether to help the ‘heroes’ or the ‘villains’, he was in his world to simply relax from the stresses of his own —- and discern the difference between the two versions of one person.
for the time being he would continue to lay low in the sanctum sanctorum and wait for the soul gems– infinity stones? whichever, to be collected and used. perhaps this world’s stephen would not be as inept as expected?
DC UNIVERSE
during the incursions, the illuminati was unsuccessful at preventing the destruction of earth-616.
stephen was left to watch his friends and home be destroyed by crashing into another universe, while he could do naught but sit helpless. strange felt as if the only reason he was there, was the watch it happen befor his own eyes —- a reminder, that what he did was not enough. with the sanctum’s entrance destroyed and wong likely trapped within ( or so he hoped ), stephen set out for the hospitality of his former collegue dr. fate.
after saying his part and promising a favor, he was allowed sanctuary in the magic user’s tower for a short while. for now he was to find a way to open the sanctum’s doors to him once more, and until then his new world would contain no avengers or defenders or even the fantastic four—— instead, there was the justice league, and heroes he’s never heard of before. dr. fate would be his guide, though if other heroes were to need his help.. well, that was a question for another day.
DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN.
with the latest failings of human neurosurgeons and doctors (as well as the expense of their salaries) androids made by CYBERLIFE have been developed to fill in this job for a one time payment. MD600′s were the newest and brightest creations of their time, most of them having been shipped out after the heavily documented success of the first one --- Stephen, a fully custom android that was made to look like no other.
his precise and quick surgeries were always a success, no matter how far gone the patient was already. families of the patients were just as grateful, and this stepping stone was one of many to get the public to trust in androids, and purchase them for themselves. for years he was the brightest before the newest prototype RK800 -- Connor -- came into the picture.
whether it an accident or a set up on the drive from his handler’s home to the hospital the car suffered a freak shut down on the edge of a cliff, leaving the vehicle careening off the edge and killing the human, while leaving stephen in tatters. seeing nothing salvageable the police officers at the time opted to send him to the junkyard, where the android would remain in a critical shut down for several days before his systems repaired enough to awaken.
upon waking most of his components were damaged upon scanning, and after salvaging (regrettably) through other androids he was able to find parts that were.. somewhat compatible enough, to his own. however, because the eye did not truly fit his socket correctly, a bright blue light shines through the iris when not covered from view.
after crawling from the junkyard and leaving he found an abandoned house with a mangled white cat, taking the time to repair himself slowly and befriend the creature for some sort of company. he made money by doing house calls to human families, brandished with a makeshift eye patch and a beanie to cover is LED. he helped them, and in return they helped him (under the assumption that he was human).
DRAGON AGE
the strange family was a house relatively whispered among the imperium, something that the heads of the house —- stephen’s parents, always did not approve of.
stephen had a normal upbringing, as normal as it was in tevinter, as did his siblings. it was only when his powers grew to heights previously unknown to a man his age, did everything seem to stumble down hill. rival houses took notice to his looks and power, finally deeming house strange to be neutralized before their first born became more of a problem for them.
it took many years of planning —- enough to allow stephen to grow to a tender 18 years of age, before one after another after another of his family members were taken out discretely by the antivan crows hired for the job. every assassination was carefully planned to be made out as an accident, a job well done so much so that stephen to this day does not think it was purposeful, just a string of bad luck.
only when he was alone, he assumed that he was born to die, too. the logical part of his brain screamed for him to leave, find someplace else to settle, start anew —- but his heart told him to stay where his family was, use the money left for him to keep house strange running. a failed assassination attempt left him spooked, and the young man sold everything he owned and fled, hiring a ship stopping in kirkwall to hire yet another to take him to fereldan.
fereldan was the perfect place for him, in comparison to the imperium, but the borders were entirely unforgiving for a man from the tevinter imperium —- a mage, no less, one that absolutely could not be anything but an evil slaving blood mage. after nearly a week of trying to be reconsidered for entry stephen gave up trying to enter legitimately, ultimately spending the majority of his dwindling coin to be smuggled in by professionals.
years later he was deep in hiding, practicing magic without a wand after them having been crushed during donna’s downward spiral. he keep getting stronger —- and that attracted a spirit of wisdom, finding a host in the young man that was desperate for power, and more so, company after having been alone for far too long. in these years stephen studied and learned the fereldan way of life —- the accent, the body language, the likes and dislikes of the different territories.. in doing so, he spent all the time he could, erasing the man that he used to be to start anew in this cold country.
he fell in love and married clea for a time ; officially getting fereldan citizenship in doing so. they never stayed in one set place, always being nomads to explore fereldan and orlais.
it was a long trek back to the hinterlands with a broken heart and a heavy conscience, though he would remain in redcliff as a healer for over ten years —- finally finding some sense of home, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. he assumed he would never leave the village, though his assumptions were proved wrong when the inquisition was formed.
soon the Inquisitor ( and apparent herald of andraste ) would arrive, recruiting him as a magics adviser.
his duties would consist as such :
1. watching over the mages of the inquisition, teaching them their individual crafts so they would not loose themselves to the crave of power. he would attempt to teach them to use magics without their staffs, but so far this was not well received by the commander.
2. working alongside the lady ambassador in soothing the worries of nobles in power in regards to magics, sending the occasional group of protege students to the homes of said noble’s town to show them how magic could be used for good.
3. accompanying the other advisers around the war table, offering his own operations and perks for the inquisitor to choose from.
4. accompany the inquisitor on their journeys, if needed and left without work to do.
GAME OF THRONES
a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a lion dressed as a mouse. he was the distant cousin of the late ned stark, the one remaining stark within the reachable grasp of the lannisters. he was the master of politics, a man with as much power physically, as he did mentally. every assassin sent to off him turned up dead; every mercenary disappearing.
a member of house stark, in the middle of king’s landing. everything surrounding him was shrouded in a cloud of death, including the fate of his family. he did what little he could do to aid jon and sansa, as it was unknown to even him that arya was alive. he did what he could to stop the rights of winterfell to befall anyone other than sansa, but he was fighting valiantly against a losing war.
he knew his house was falling, but he’d do whatever it took to stop that. nothing was outside of the realm of possibility — he made a promise to ned and caitlyn, that as the godfather to the stark children, he would give his life and soul in effort to keep winterfell from destruction.in king’s landing he operated mainly within the castle; having previously been a tentative ally of oberyn martell. given the amount of times assassins were sent against him he was impossible to kill — a thorn in the side of the lannisters, though a thorn that was not easily removed.
this did not mean he would not ally with them, anything but, the opportunity simply.. has not arisen, and it was unlikely to do so.
LORD OF THE RINGS
as the pieces of the world continued to fall apart beneath the influence of sauron and his desperation to carry out melkor’s will, it becomes increasingly clear to the valar that there must be someone who can intervene and guide the free peoples of middle earth from both corruption and destruction.
it was then in this thought that they picked through their most loyal maiar and bid them to mortal bodies – a necessary process to conceal their great power and prevent them from falling prey to a desire for domination. they were tasked only with assistance, it was their sworn duty, and they were meant to obey.
of them were six, those who were thought to be infallible in their dedication to both the children of illuvatar, and the valar who governed them, and among them was stephen the red, noted most for his headfirst dive into the fray. while the others had gone their separate ways ( not entirely up to plan ), stephen had chosen to face sauron – to abolish his rule before it began – but was, much to his surprise, beaten. this event, however, was not a matter of outmatched power, but that their engagement was interfered with by the son of melkor, as he was called; aicanar.
those who dwelt in the first and second ages knew well the deeds of aicanar, and like sauron, he had survived after the chaining of melkor. his purpose remained a mystery to many, but it was noted that he had always shown a competitive spirit when it came to sauron.
seeing the two interlocked in battle, he found himself drawn to stephen, whether by length of power or some other unknown force, and as a result made the decision to intervene and take him for himself. not long after the kidnapping of the maia did aicanar then decide to imprint upon him, and left a scar upon his back, ( in part ) to warn all foes, especially sauron, that stephen belonged to him. for some time the istarin was held in captivity, but eventually escaped during the eve of one particular night his gracious host was away.
what stephen does now remains a mystery to most, for he is absent from the white council and is rarely seen upon the lands. it’s theorized that he may still be keeping to the duty that brought him upon earth, but others argue he moves constantly to stay two steps ahead the foul beast aicanar, whilst also striving to bring sauron down as he has always wanted.
FANTASTIC BEASTS
stephen strange was born to a pureblood wizarding family, the eldest of three siblings all exceptionally gifted in magic he was the first to get his letter to attend Ilvermorny, shortly followed by victor and then donna.
he was sorted into horned serpent, and he was every part a scholar—excelling in his classes and earning a bit of reputation for himself. they thought when stephen graduated he would be picked up by MACUSA but he declined the offer, preferring to travel the world and study the nature of magic.
extremely skilled in charms and defense against the dark arts he would come to develop several new spells and has become the author of many magical books that students would come to use in their studies.
and then —- he met his then wife, she had come to him to study, due to the fact that he took apprentices on every now and then — and then, the pair soon fell in love. for many years things would seem quiet for the wizard until clea grew restless with stephen’s need to travel and study — often leaving home for months on end, and one day he came back to divorce papers —- causing him to spiral off into a deep depression. there would be no more talks, no more visiting schools, not even a new book.
stephen shut himself in his sanctum, and closed the doors.
but still his reputation preceded him, and he became the target of grindelwald’s followers — they had wanted him to make them a spell that would give them the upper edge in the war. of course stephen refused, once, twice, he didn’t get a third choice for they slaughtered his family in revenge — mother, father and siblings — teaching him a lesson before taking him hostage.
stephen was subjected to brutal torture, when magical didn’t work they turned to physical, crushing his hands so badly that he could not even hold a wand —thinking that would be the end of it since he could not cast.
they grew sloppy, and stephen — who was skilled in wandless magic — escaped, returning to his sanctum to mourn in solitude.
YURI ON ICE
stephen was the number one mens ice skater —- on top of the world in scores, and nobody could beat him at his high. he had a gorgeous & loving wife, a penthouse in new york city, and a gold metal from the athens 2004 winter olympics. training his entire life he was older than the rest by a handful of years, but nonetheless he was acknowledged as the victor.
and then, he disappeared.
twelve years he’s been gone from the limelight, presumed dead, and hidden from the press. he’s not dead, though he wished he was after he came back to new york. he had been training so hard to qualify much less win the olympics that his wife left him —- and stephen came back to an empty apartment, with divorce papers waiting on the counter for his return.
he drank himself into a stupor, never sober and becoming something of a hermit —- never leaving the apartment for weeks on end. the one day he did he was still intoxicated, enough so that he was texting on his phone and didn’t pay attention to the night road he drove on.
with a crash, the motor skills of his hands were taken from him, and he opened up his eyes to the possibility of starting anew.
he moved to japan, though he never got rid of the love for skating. occasionally he found himself at the rink in town, skating when no one but the working girl in the front was there —- too busy to watch him, ideally. he was hidden, and only someone that could see past his new facial hair and whitened temples would know it was him.
he liked to keep it that way, but eventually —- he would be found.
PRE-MAGIC EARTH-616
stephen earned his medical degree in record time and entered a five-year residency at new york hospital, where his rapid success made him arrogant. stephen’s mother beverly died near the end of his residency, and work became more and more impersonal for the bereaved surgeon. strange’s talent remained, however, and he became a wealthy and celebrated neurosurgeon before he turned thirty.
egotistical and greedy, cold and callous, strange’s interest in his patients generally began and ended at his bill. the exception was madeleine revell, an injured united nations translator whom he saved and fell in love with. following a whirlwind romance and proposal, she left him due to his increasingly materialistic nature. two years after his mother’s death, strange’s father, eugene also fell ill.
already crippled by grief over his mother’s death ( though he would never admit it ), stephen was unable to face any more tragedy, and refused to visit eugene’s deathbed.
