she hedged any bet in her own favor ; that she , and dangerous games, went hand in hand ? ought to be painfully obvious by now . she , the enchantress , is still tethered to him ; bound by less than fate, and more than idle fancy … he wasn’t a hobby , or a game , to her .
she’s smiling towards it ; towards him , letting go of his hands so her own can lead her arms around his neck, hanging loosely there ; keeping him near , and feeding kisses to his eagerly awaiting lips ( as if her own weren’t as just — )
“ am i ? ”
she mumbles, loosely , dragging her blunt teeth over his lower lip as she counters him , the cold of the granite counter digging into her thigh - it sparks a surprised sound , and she gives a suggestive giggle , as he knew exactly what it was he was doing .
“i’m thinking of you .”as if it weren’t obvious , she spills her thoughts into his ; a gentle tapping of his mind , but purely images , sensations , and sound . it’d be self indulgent, perhaps a small degree, but he’d feel heat flood him , see their bodies intertwined in her mind’s eye, and hear his name fall pleasurably from her lips.
“ is that quite alright with the sorcerer supreme ? ”
the images flooding his mind made his head tilt back, neck stretch as his eyes closed — lips parted, sheer surprise of the.. specific images, causing his reaction. moments after recovering he gave a low hum following a huff of amusement, blue eye shining ever the brighter as he looked back towards amora. once again she used his title to rile him up, and once again did it work like a charm.
this time he took her chin in his hand, eyes searching her own for a moment before giving the tiniest of smirks, eyes sparking with what appeared to be thinly veiled mischief before his next action.
he moved forward to kill her of his own accord, lips parting easily this time. he’d let her take control should she choose, though it was almost as a switch was flipped into more.. demanding, version of himself.
“ i suppose i could allow it, ” his voice held amusement, showing that he was simply teasing.
she’s been given the gift of enchantment ; ensnaring men , capturing them mind , body , and soul . and so — this bewilderment he wears ? the cautiousness to how she’s received ? she feels it , knows it , and entertains the sincerity of his method, and means … stephen was so sweet to her , so kind , gentle , loving , passive – he was a good man , to his core , regardless of his past and where it’d lead him before … she maps a couple of kisses along the sharp , slope of his jaw ; he was beautiful , in his own right , too .
she hums , taking his hands so that they’d loosely gather near the shirt in question , its hem riding up on the back of her knuckles , she’s smiling , cheeky , that he already knew , and she was toying with him would soon be abundantly clear ,
“ there are a few options ,” her asgardian accent lies sleepily , a drawl , “ into my general ensemble … corset… skirt. … boots and cape , or..” another emphatic pause, but she kisses him square on the lips to punctuate it , and hums delightedly once more, “or into nothing at all . it is your home , your choice .”
the soft presses of her lips against his jaw gave him a moment of a soft groan, something akin to a purr more than anything. he enjoyed her leading him where she wanted him — case in point, her once again gently ( her hands were so much softer than his — ) taking his hands to the edge of his own shirt. swallowing back a smart comment he’d tilt his head at the change of her tone.. pupils dilated at the suggestion following the pause, his eyes now wandering her face.
he couldn’t help but use magics to run over the two of them, just.. checking, making sure this wasn’t some sort of spell that he was falling for.. should he be afraid that it wasn’t? wordlessly his scarred hand ran along the hem of her his? shirt, allowing himself a moment to simply enjoy the softness of her skin.
“ you’re playing an awfully dangerous game, my dear amora. ” he allowed his voice to pitch deeper, a smooth octave he only found himself using for.. intimate, situations. with this he now smirked, finding himself a touch more confident as he moved forward — backing her up, so that she may be pressed a touch more against the counter they stood by. “ tell me what you want, and i’ll think about indulging you. ”
she’s amenable , adaptable , having stayed in stephen’s house was more of a … last minute change of plans . she didn’t mean to invade it , to leave little traces of her living their , albeit temporarily ; really , she’d missed him to such a degree , that she’d sought him out . upon arriving here , obviously , she’d discovered that he was away , and so she’d set herself on feeling as much at home as she could , in someone else’s .
he’d have every reason to be annoyed that she had , and her clear lack of apology for it ; but ever was he a kind enough man to withhold his judgement , and disapproving tone. she leans over the counter , as best she can , and kisses his cheek ; she smells like strawberries .
“ i did … ”she tests the confession ; as though he wouldn’t already know the answer ; she wore the evidence like a badge, after all . she rounds the island , to stand by his side , gently tugging down the hem of the shirt like it somehow might grow to be several inches longer. “ i suppose i could always change … ”
when she pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek the sorcerer all but froze in place, hesitating in even the slightest movement as he was — unsure, of what to do, truthfully. the smell of strawberries that surrounded her was a pleasant surprise, his eyes half-closing as he looked down towards her features.
the closer she came the more notes of vanilla and.. something heavy, the smell of rained on concrete, for some sort of explanation. he’s been told it might have something to do with the lightning magics he has been practicing as of late, though he cared not. eyes intently followed her as his eyes followed her movement — immediately looking away and clearing his throat when she adjusted his shirt lower.
the thought of her changing peaked his curiosity — an eyebrow quirking, as he glanced to look towards her face once more. “ change into what? ”
she know his hand to be a sensitive point for him ; and so she’s touched it gently - tenderly , her heart is open and gentle for those who wield magic , such as him , he , her stephen strange . not that she placed any ownership over whatever it was that they shared - instrumental that it had no name , he was free of attachment only recently , and she despised the concept of it entirely .
“ i am glad you are home . ” she agrees , late , but sincerely; she gives his hand a light squeeze, and brings it to those lips of hers that he’d been eyeing only moments before ; she’d kissed him before , and they’d never given credence to it — but that she showed up , unannounced , dressed only in his shirt , where the hem dusts the top of her thighs , and she’s sleepy eyed ; almost as if she’d spent the night ( she had, in his bed ; it’d smell of her , sheets left in disarray. )
“ i missed you . ” she confesses , lightly , after the fact .
when she moved his hand stephen simply blinked, noting how it hurt less than usual, when people tried to move his hand. she was being extremely cautious with his scars, and that.. wasn’t quite something he was used to, as of late. the press of her lips left him staring, eyes enraptured by her every movement — studying.. this, unspoken thing between the two of them.
after his recent divorce he wasn’t sure if he could fall in love again, but who said this had to be love? — who was he kidding, he may be thousands of years old, but.. he’s never learned, his heart ached for the affection of another, even at the slightest motion. quietly he swallowed, eyes once more skimming over her — noticing now that she appeared to be wearing only his shirt. the thought of this made the tips of his ears pink, stephen shaking his head minutely before looking back at her expression.
“ i.. missed you as well, amora. ” the words left him before he could even consider what he just said — but.. it wasn’t a lie, per say. “ so.. i see you made yourself at home, mm?” he pointedly looked at her— his, shirt.
that earns itself a coy grin ; he’s being abnormally candid , and though she would generally question it , given the circumstance , she intends fully on letting it be . she takes a bit over top where he had ; the sweetness was surprising , not exactly a connoisseur of treats , this had been one intended just for him. he seemed to enjoy it , and so she’ll call it a win .
“ i – ” she could speak of her banishment , of exile – but why sour the tone he’s set ? it was easy , how they both dance around serious matters in favor for simplicity, and so she continues to smile , and sets her elbows onto the counter, leaning towards him , eyes bright ;
“ i do . yes . ” coolly, she reaches for his hand . “ i hope i am not a bother , stopping by like this — it is good to see you doing so well . ”
he did take notice how apparently the sweet was too much of its namesake — how she simply.. dealt with it, was amusing in some way. he enjoyed how the two of them danced around the harsher topics for the moment — after being away in a sort of war against his ex-uncle-in-law, well.. he wasn’t quite in the mood to get into another fight so quickly. as she leaned towards him, he did not move to lean back as he spoke.
“ you could only be a bother should you want to be one, amora, and as of late it appears you wish to be the opposite. ” his eyes flickered towards her lips for the briefest of moments, starting ever the slightest when she touched his hand. the scars still hurt, but.. instead of recoiling, he simply let his hand lay there — something he had never done before with her, until now.
“well seems to be a relative term i assure you, but.. it’s good to be home, i suppose. ”
oh ; she does not generally make a point of treading carefully conversationally , however , for stephen’s sake , she looks properly humbled , the matters of marriage, and where it ends , are not her specialty . she ducks her head , and rubs the lipstick stain away with the pad of her thumb, she didn’t mean to mark his coffee cups .
“ i can’t imagine that was a particularly comfortable time for you . you are a good man , for continuing to aid those who .. ” she stops , it is in poor taste to speak ill of the … recently divorced. she picks up a piece of biscotti , and extends it his way,
“ — eat. you look as though you need it. ”
stephen gave a silently grateful expression towards amora, eyes somewhat fond in nature as he watched her rub the lipstick from his mug. truthfully he didn’t mind it, but the little habit was.. amusing, if that was the correct word for it. her lack of finishing the sentence didn’t fly by him, and he couldn’t help but have his lips downturn — he didn’t know why, not yet.
the biscotti was appreciated, by the way he glanced towards it and gave a small smirk. feeling rather playful for whatever reason he simply leaned forward, taking the bite from her hand with his mouth, as opposed to his hands. after taking it he’d lean back, looking away with a misscheivious expression as he sipped from the coffee once more.
a light bit of teasing , she’s still got a brow raised in surprise that he found it necessary to sample the coffee — did he think it’d be that poor in quality , or perhaps that she’d poisoned it ? a smirk , over the rim of her own mug, she preferred it this way , strong , free of needless sweet flavoring …
“ there’s no need to be sorry , my dear . ” she sets her cup down , nails drumming on the side of the ceramic ; filling idle quiet with nervous gestures. “ — any particular instance bring you to the dark dimension , or was it a casual vacation ? ”
in regards to why he was in the dark dimension the sorcerer shifted, somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of telling her. amora was there when clea asked for a divorce, saw his face in reaction to the suddenty — this was not something he spoke of often, if at all. taking a longer sip of the coffee he gave a small huff, before he eventually spoke.
“ clea needed me to help cull her uncle once again. ” annoyance tinged in his tone, eyes narrowing briefly. that was all he was going to say, though he could be pressed if questioned. he clearly wasn’t used to talking about her, at least not yet.
she’s teasing : amora isn’t one to linger where she wasn’t wanted , surprise visitations aren’t generally her forte. but stephen had been far out of her radar as of late , and she liked to keep tabs on those few on this world , that had more power than she : it helped, that they’d gotten along better , in recent times , and so her coy little smile is his gift. pouring him a a cup, and sliding it across the counter top .
“ i just stopped by , made myself as comfortable as i could without waking you. ”
“ hmm, it wouldn’t be that bad. ”
moving his hand parallel to the cup he would stop it before it touched his hand, using a small wave of said hand to move the cup up — just enough to be off the counter-top. the coffee smelled like it was supposed to — and with a small sip stephen gave a soft grunt of surprise, noticing how it wasn’t.. awful, albeit it was a lot stronger than he was used to.
“ mission accomplished, then. sorry for being gone — time moves quicker in this realm than it does in the dark dimension, evidently. ”
will wonders never cease ; standing in his kitchen , in his shirt , as if she belonged there exclusively and without question. she’s even managed to make coffee , the failed attempts circling the drain.
he hadn’t expected her — so when he heard her, saw her wearing his shirt.. stephen give a small hum of happiness. why? he didn’t know, but he liked how she looked in his too big, too long shirt. “ that it has, amora. ” he glance around the room, noticing the failed coffee attempts.
HE WAS UNSURE — admittedly the two of them have had this.. thing, between them for quite some time, and yet he wanted to sate his curiosity. as she drifted closer the sorcerer did not move back, his head tilting downwards to meet her gaze, his eyebrows furrowed just a touch as he thought. the whispered words between their lips were the tipping point for a man edging on temptation.
without a word he leaned forwards, pressing their lips together in a gentle, lingering kiss. closing his eyes the sorcerer sighed, a hand moving to be quietly placed upon her waist — scarred fingers shaking all the while. it was not something he could stop, but he learned to ignore it over the years; bitterly accepting that he’ll have to use magics for the simplest of things.
and for a time he stood there — pressing his lips to the enchantress’ in a tentative kiss. he was not about to get into something heated so easily, much less so with someone so intent on making his life all the more difficult with little pranks. pulling away the sorcerer studied her features, a small smirk upon his lips as he noticed hers were a touch pink.
“Me , offensive ? NO –”She bats the notion away , a playful respite from the woefully dull acting on their part . Not enough chemistry to call it convincing , but her inescapable allure was entirely real, & aided in easing the otherwise unnatural transition from ally , to mate .
( Not that this crowd had mind enough to notice the two respective arcane artists )
“ Darling .. ” a low whisper, as they drifted nearer to their mark – an elderly gentleman , who was truly something darker than he appeared – masquerading in a meat suit to step into the light of day – she found a hiss and bit it off, knowing he might hear . She kisses Stephen’s cheek , using the gesture to lean at his ear
“ What is your plan ?”
at the denial stephen couldn’t help the soft huff of amusement, shaking his head and sipping from his champagne as he scanned the crowd, blue eye emitting an otherworldly glow as he used his magics to try and sense for their target’s powers. —— it appeared that amora found him first, and he couldn’t help but be bemused at the fact.
but, he knew amora better than the facade she was playing.
“ tell you mine, if you tell me yours first, darling. ” stressing the nickname in amusement he’d simply turn his face to look at her with a raised brow, knowing her better than to assume she was doing this without ulterior motives.
amora’s choice of reply came with no surprise to him, as his only reaction was to steer the two of them towards the nearest waiter —— taking a flute of champagne and sipping from it after rolling his eyes. it wasn’t his idea to have taken this job of sorts, but amora wished for him to come along (and he found he had a difficult time saying ‘no’ to her as of late). the sorcerer supreme was unsure if it was because of some sort of lingering passive magics she had around her, but no matter the reason he found that he did not mind.
turning his head to lean down and murmur into her ear stephen huffed softly in amusement when their apparent target did not yet notice them; unsurprising, but amusing none the less. “ i would recommend being nice to my standards for tonight, don’t want anyone getting offended or anything of the sort.. ”
she steps forward then, fingertips painting semi-circles on his desk. assuming by his just standing there, that her unannounced arrival would not be met with hostility, amora would not flare her hackles, instead, she remained calm, a cool smile broadening as she extends a hand adorned heavily with rings, expectantly.
‘can I not drop in without bearing an ulterior motive ?’
teasing, of course, because those cast in their wool did not often act without a deeper intent. however, hers was not so obvious, a subtle approach drawn in dark lipstick and pensive eyes.
stephen glanced at the hand extended out towards his own— scoffing when he’d raise an unimpressed brow at the asgardian. truly, he expected her to know that he would not be returning her handshake given his.. condition, in regards to his hands’ nerve damage.
“ one would find it entirely out of character, amora. ”
stephen too was teasing by the tone of his voice, his lips upturning slightly at their familiar give and take game of wits. tilting his head, would the sorcerer wait for answer.
their relationship could never be called GENIAL , nor kind – but a certain degree of respect existed between folks forged by magic, and it was an undeniable facet of who they were, that arcane energy was as common place as BLOOD in their veins. & it was with this in mind, that the enchantress paid visit to the old f r i e n d, materializing from the shadow as easily as if she had been there the whole night through.
‘ oh hello, dear stephen. ‘
it was true that their relationship was shaky at best— not quite friends, nor enemies of each other. at the sight of amora appearing in his study he would stand from where he sat behind his desk, expression somewhat surprised to see her. after a moments pause he would walk around it to meet her, head tilted as he gave a fleeting smile. now, what would it be that she wanted? surely it couldn’t be for another ‘friendly’ visit between the two of them, unless.. it was?
“ hello as well, dearest amora. did you find a visit in order?”
—— 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.
