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[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Yami
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: yacchan
IM: kaizokuyacchan
E-MAIL: kefkaknight@gmail.com
RETURNING: Yes. One character, Pietro Maximoff (oncemercurial)
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Doctor Stephen Strange
FANDOM: Marvel 616/Doctor Strange/New Avengers
CHRONOLOGY: Following the 2009 Summer Strange mini by Mark Waid.
CLASS: Hero
SUPERHERO NAME: Doctor Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts
ALTER EGO: Stephen Strange, retired surgeon.
BACKGROUND:
Stephen Strange was born in Philadelphia, PA while his parents were vacationing there in the fall of 1930. He is the eldest of three children, both his siblings were born on the family farm in Nebraska two and four years later, respectively. Somewhere around age eight, Stephen helped treat his injured sister, Donna, which led him to pursue a career in medicine years later.
Strange left home after graduating high school to study in a pre-med program at ESU. He was very talented and altruistic, frequently volunteering at the emergency room of a Brooklyn hospital. However, his attitude took a dip only a year into his studies. On a trip home, Stephen and his sister were swimming. Donna suffered a cramp and drowned. Stephen was able to retrieve her body but do nothing to revive it. Donna’s death ruined any idealism in him. Strange became increasingly distant and stopped doing volunteer work altogether.
He remained brilliant, however, and finished medical school in record time, after which he began a residency at New York Hospital (fictional. I imagine it to be the Marvel equivalent of St. Vincent’s.). He received a whole lot of praised for his work, and quickly became very vain and arrogant. His mother, Beverly, died three years later, after which, Strange became increasingly distant from his work. With his success, he quickly became very wealthy, but grew to only be interested in the high fees, callously turning away patients who couldn’t properly pay him. Sometime in the late 1950s, Strange used his skills to save Madeline Revell, a UN Translator. After her recovery they became romantically involved and he even proposed, but she eventually left him out of concern for his egotism and materialistic behavior.
Strange’s father, Eugene, died not to long after that. Not willing to face another family tragedy so soon after losing his mother and would be fiancée, Stephen refused to see his father at his deathbed. Some days later, his brother Victor came by to berate him for his unfeeling behavior. After an argument, Victor left in a huff and unwittingly ran into oncoming traffic. Stephen blamed himself for Victor’s ‘death’, but had his body placed in cold storage with the hope that it could be revived sometime in the future.
In 1963 Strange got into a terrible car wreck which permanently mangled his hands. A skilled doctor by the name of Nicodemus West was able to save them to some degree, but he lost control of fine motor skills. In short, his surgical career was over. A colleague, Doctor Jonas Hilt suggested that he become a consultant. With Strange’s skills and wonderful reputation, he would doubtlessly be just as successful in that line of medicine, however, Stephen was too arrogant to accept being a mere consultant. Angry at the world, he sought out a second opinion, and then a third and a forth. He underwent every vaguely questionable medical proceeding to try and fix his hands, depleting his fortune. In a last ditch effort, he pawned his remaining possessions and bought a ticket to Tibet. There he sought the temple of the Ancient One, a mystic who was said to be able to heal anyone. After a long search and almost abandoning hope, Strange found him.
Initially, the Ancient One refused to teach someone so arrogant, but after an altercation involving his pupil Baron Mordo, he reconsidered. Mordo had been plotting against his master and Strange learned about it. While he was still angry with the Ancient One for refusing to heal him, Strange did everything in his power to warn the Ancient One of Mordo’s treachery, despite a spell that Mordo had placed over him. For the first time in many, many years, Strange acted selflessly and asked to learn magic for the betterment of the world and to defend it against those like Mordo. The Ancient One was pleased and agreed to teach him.
For years, Strange studied in Tibet and then back in New York. The Ancient One taught him to control various demons and other unearthly entities like the Vishanti. During this time he became acquainted with several other powerful magic users throughout the world. In the 1970s, Strange returned home for good, becoming a mystic consultant in New York’s Greenwich Village. Then regarded as an ‘odd part of town’ and not the best neighborhood, most people considered Strange to be yet another village kook and dismissed him as a fraud who performed cheap parlor tricks for a buck. However, during the 70s he assisted the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, and even tangled with Loki and Thor, thanks to Loki’s trickery. His own enemies at this time included the Nightmare and other low-level demons.
Eventually, Strange tangled with Dormammu who sensed the Ancient One’s old age and frailty. Using this he plotted to invade Earth’s dimension. Strange countered him, but the barrier between the Dark Dimension and the world of the Mindless Ones (terrible demons of heap bad mojo) was nearly depleted. While still weak from their duel, Strange didn’t want the inhabitants of the Dark Dimension to suffer and offered his power to Dormammu to repair the barrier. Feeling he owed Strange, Dormammu spared him and the two had an uneasy truce for a while. The crisis with Dormammu also lead to Strange meeting Clea, Dormmamu’s niece and daughter of his sister Umar. Dormammu was furious with Clea for assisting Strange, but spared her under his insistence.
Strange briefly gave up his practice of sorcery after a mystic crisis threatened Earth. He thought his battle with Dormammu had protected the Earth against any extra-dimensional threats and was disillusioned that his efforts had apparently had little effect. He took up magic again when the Defenders team formed with Namor the Sub-Mariner, the Hulk, and the Silver Surfer. Their alliance was not always easy, but the quartet grew to be friends eventually.
The title of Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme came to him after a clash with the minions of Shuma-Gorath. The Ancient One’s physical form died during the conflict and he became one with eternity, bestowing the title and its accessories (the Eye of Agamotto and the Cloak of Levitation) upon Strange. Strange was uncomfortable with his new responsibilities and tried to revive his brother Victor using spells from the Book of the Vishanti, unwittingly prepping him for revival as a vampire.
The Defenders team prospered and Strange maintained a romance with Clea, however the peace wasn’t to last. Strange was momentarily stripped of his Sorcerer Supreme status when the Ancient One was manipulated by the mysterious In-Betweeners. Strange revealed their treachery and the Ancient One restored his title shortly thereafter.
Some time after this, Clea returned to the Dark Dimension to lead a rebellion against Umar, who was revealed to be her mother. Strange helped her ascend to the thrown as the its ruler, but due to their responsibilities in separate realms, the two agreed to end their relationship, at least for a while. Strange’s next true challenge involved facing his brother, Victor, who has been turned into a new variety of vampire by the sorceress Marie LaVaeu and Strange’s own inexperience. Strange overcame the vampire threat by sealing the spell book that created them in another dimension. Meanwhile, Umar and Dormammu had conspired to reclaim control of the Dark Dimension. Despite their best efforts, Clea and Strange were defeated and exiled to Earth.
During the Infinity War, the Defenders team reunited to stave off a threat from the Sorcerer Supreme of another universe. It was magical. The Infinity Crusade brought Strange’s physical form being enchanted by the Goddess who sought to recreate reality. While all of this was going on, his astral form was hunting down his brother who had become a particularly violent vigilante. Dismayed at his violence, Victor killed himself, much to Strange’s dismay.
A less easy period followed this. Strange was forced to defend his title as Sorcerer Supreme repeatedly, but did so primarily alongside Clea. He assumed a younger form briefly before he was called away for a five thousand year war against enemies of the Vishanti. He returned with few signs of aging and his memories of the war were more or less suppressed. Dormammu manipulated a human mutant and Strange’s ally Topaz into attacking him. His powers weakened after the long conflict on behalf of the Vishanti, Strange used Catastrophe Magic as well as Chaos Magic to assist him. He later claimed, however, that no such thing as Chaos Magic existed.
With the reappearance of Yandroth, an old enemy both Strange and the Defenders, the team reunited yet again. The final conflict ended with Strange abusing his powers and a number of Earth’s heroes joining the fight. Topaz became Strange’s apprentice, but he was unsettled by his recent abuse of power and distanced himself from her and the rest of the superhuman community. When she disobeyed him, he dismissed her with little thought for it.
Following the fall of the Avengers and the Scarlet Witch’s madness, Strange found himself in the House of M along with the rest of the Avengers and several X-Men. Using his mystic powers, he was able to reveal that it was her brother, Quicksilver, who asked her to change the world. The revelation, however, caused her to become even less stable, and that along with Magneto’s killing Quicksilver eventually led to her “no more mutants” spell. Thanks to some very speedy spellcasting on his part, many of the X-Men were able to retail their powers. Unfortunately, countless other mutants’ powers were still lost.
During the Superhero Civil War, Strange went into seclusion, hiding his Sanctum Sanctorum behind the façade of a trendy coffee shop, and traveling to the arctic. While his identy was more often than not public knowledge, Strange still found the idea of mandatory registration unsettling and refused to participate on any level. During this time, he also left the Illuminati, a group that had formed during the Kree-Skrull War (retroactively) to help combat severe threats to the Earth.
He returned to New York and the Illuminati once the tension died down, but was hardly granted a rest. Concerned by the Hulk’s growing threat, the Illuminati decided that it would be safest for all involved to send the Hulk to another, uninhabited world. The plot backfired, of course, and Strange’s hands were mangled as a result. He eventually used Dark Magic to stop the Hulk, which proved addictive as time progressed.
Assisting the underground Avengers, he allowed them to stay in his Sanctum and use it as their headquarters for a time. Despite the dark times, he found some camaraderie in them, and his new romantic interest, the Night Nurse. However all of this came crashing down around him when the Hood, backed by the power of Dormammu, attacked the Sanctum. Strange’s own magics rebelled against him and after reflecting on his actions, Strange stepped down from the position of Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme. Following this, he sought out a successor. Several magic users including Wiccan, the Scarlet Witch, and even Doctor Doom were considered, during which time, Dormammu used Strange’s distraction and weakened state to attack Earth. While on a trip to New Orleans to consider Daimon Hellstrom, the Eye of Agamotto selected Brother Voodoo while the Avengers fought off Dormammu’s forces.
Strange returned to his Sanctum to, at times, sulk, and enjoy in his new, less burdened life. While on a field trip to a baseball game, he encountered a girl in her late teens called Casey Kinmont, as well as a demonically possessed baseball game. Using the Casey’s hands and his own limited remaining power, Strange resolved the demonic possession but not without losing Casey’s grandfather in the process. Obsessed with Strange, Casey performed several internet and in-person searches before he again appeared before her. Strange briefly considered Casey as an apprentice, but their relationship was ended prematurely when her astral form was separated from her physical form and trapped in an enchanted bottle. Strange considered this yet another failure to weigh on his conscience and vowed to find a way to revive her.
PERSONALITY:
At base, Stephen Strange is a good man who wants nothing more than to protect his family and friends. He is fiercely loyal to them, often to his own detriment.
Unfortunately, whatever karma points he gains for good intentions, he often loses for his vanity and arrogance. He is fairly intelligent and picks up new skills relatively quickly leading him to often assume more responsibility than he is really equipped to deal with. This, combined with a few control freak tendencies can make him unreasonable at times. His various failures weigh heavily upon him, but Strange believes that most of his mistakes can be corrected through knowledge. He refuses to see that there are some things beyond his control, or that are “destined to happen”.
When he’s able to see beyond this failing and accept the circumstances as they are, however, Strange is a cheerful man of a good-natured disposition. He has a somewhat dry sense of humor and isn’t beyond flirting with a pretty lady should the situation arise. However, business comes first. Always. Lest he fail something or someone again.
POWER:
Strange’s powers are canonically kind of a nightmare to define. At his peak, Strange could go head to head with the likes or Dormammu, Umar and Doctor Doom using energy blasts and other offensive spells. As his powers have waned, he’s supplemented them with alternate magics that aren’t always the most healthy.
Currently, Strange’s powers are even less known. His hands are mangled and difficult for him to move. This makes it impossible to cast more complicated spells which require elaborate hand and finger motions. His limitations are confounded by the fact that many of his spells require him to “borrow” power from many entities that exist in his Earth’s alternate dimensions. As those entities likely don’t exist in CnC’s various dimensions, it would be altogether impossible for him to cast his higher-level enchantments even with the use of his hands.
Basically, in the Cape and Cowl world, I’d ask that the ported restore control of his hands. This would allow him to perform basic spells like vanishing charms, energy blasts, levitation and teleportation, as well as cloaking/concealment spells. Nothing world breaking, but enough to hide the true nature of his home and defend himself should a hoard of zombies attack. He’d also be able to sense other magic/supernatural entities as he is in canon. With prior consent of the mun via a permissions post, of course. :3
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[video]
[There’s a sound like someone is shuffling around with the comm. A gloved fingertip covers the camera before a man’s torso is visible for a split second. It vanishes into darkness again, probably the result of another finger blocking the lens. After a few muffled curses and some added shuffling, the picture shows the face of Stephen Strange. His usually perfect immaculately groomed hair is just a little tousled and he seems slightly miffed over something. Maybe the episode with the camera, or maybe the trip over… Whatever it is, he shrugs it off quickly. No use dwelling.]
-- Well, let it never be said that I don’t make a token effort to keep up with the technology of the day.
Good evening to all. I seem to have found myself the prisoner of some unknown entity. While this appears to be my Earth for all intents and purposes, I have a sneaking suspicion that such and assumption would be incorrect.
[He pauses, one end of his mustache turning upwards in a somewhat rueful smile.]
Though I’d imagine I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know… So, might there be someone out there willing to offer an old man an explanation for all this madness? If not, I suppose I shall simply hail a cab and see what’s become of my home.
[Strange offers a courteous nod of his head before the feed cuts off.]
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
What would an interdimensional jump do to the spoons, Stephen wondered idly as he made his way to Columbus Circle. It seemed logical to assume that if Midtown looked to be relatively the same the architecture of the rest of Manhattan would be unchanged. All the same, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that Wong seemed to have been spared whatever brand of technology had stolen him from his Sanctum. While he was an excellent companion and devoted disciple, Wong could sometimes be hung up on the silliest of problems. Such as spoons and their allotted space.
The wind had a distinct chill to it, though that may have been from his apprehension rather than a definite dip in the temperature. It was enough to be uncomfortable, though he pushed it from his mind for now. There were other things to consider. Even in his weakened state, Strange doubted that an entity lacking in power would be able to sneak upon him this way. Whatever the cause of his predicament, it would likely not be easy to escape. Further, it would be arrogant to assume he was the only one affected by its reach. If others of Earth’s heroes were snatched away, those more currently essential to its well being… Well, this would have to be dealt with swiftly. That’s all there really was to it.
Surely enough, within two blocks the statue of Columbus Circle was visible, and with it, the assortment of cabs lining the park. He’d meant what he said in the broadcast about checking up on his home, after all. It was logical to assume the geography would be the same, but would the Sanctum Sanctorum be waiting for him? Or someone else’s brownstone? Perhaps in this universe, that damned university would have succeeded in buying the property up and building Someone Very Important’s Recital Hall. Bah, that was an unsettling thought.
With a frown, he inventoried his wallet: A civilian ID, a credit card that was likely useless, Casey Kinmont’s phone number for all the good it would do now, and twenty-one dollars in cash. Figuring that should be enough to pay the fair down to the village, he tapped on the glass of one of the lurking taxies.
“One-hundred seventy-seven Bleecker Street, if you please.” Stephen called cheerily through the cracked window. The driver gave a gruff nod and a moment later, they were on their way. Perhaps it was foolish to assume there would be some comfort returning to his ”home”. So be it. All investigations had to begin somewhere.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Noooot that I can think of immediately.
NAME: Yami
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: yacchan
IM: kaizokuyacchan
E-MAIL: kefkaknight@gmail.com
RETURNING: Yes. One character, Pietro Maximoff (oncemercurial)
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Doctor Stephen Strange
FANDOM: Marvel 616/Doctor Strange/New Avengers
CHRONOLOGY: Following the 2009 Summer Strange mini by Mark Waid.
CLASS: Hero
SUPERHERO NAME: Doctor Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts
ALTER EGO: Stephen Strange, retired surgeon.
BACKGROUND:
Stephen Strange was born in Philadelphia, PA while his parents were vacationing there in the fall of 1930. He is the eldest of three children, both his siblings were born on the family farm in Nebraska two and four years later, respectively. Somewhere around age eight, Stephen helped treat his injured sister, Donna, which led him to pursue a career in medicine years later.
Strange left home after graduating high school to study in a pre-med program at ESU. He was very talented and altruistic, frequently volunteering at the emergency room of a Brooklyn hospital. However, his attitude took a dip only a year into his studies. On a trip home, Stephen and his sister were swimming. Donna suffered a cramp and drowned. Stephen was able to retrieve her body but do nothing to revive it. Donna’s death ruined any idealism in him. Strange became increasingly distant and stopped doing volunteer work altogether.
He remained brilliant, however, and finished medical school in record time, after which he began a residency at New York Hospital (fictional. I imagine it to be the Marvel equivalent of St. Vincent’s.). He received a whole lot of praised for his work, and quickly became very vain and arrogant. His mother, Beverly, died three years later, after which, Strange became increasingly distant from his work. With his success, he quickly became very wealthy, but grew to only be interested in the high fees, callously turning away patients who couldn’t properly pay him. Sometime in the late 1950s, Strange used his skills to save Madeline Revell, a UN Translator. After her recovery they became romantically involved and he even proposed, but she eventually left him out of concern for his egotism and materialistic behavior.
Strange’s father, Eugene, died not to long after that. Not willing to face another family tragedy so soon after losing his mother and would be fiancée, Stephen refused to see his father at his deathbed. Some days later, his brother Victor came by to berate him for his unfeeling behavior. After an argument, Victor left in a huff and unwittingly ran into oncoming traffic. Stephen blamed himself for Victor’s ‘death’, but had his body placed in cold storage with the hope that it could be revived sometime in the future.
In 1963 Strange got into a terrible car wreck which permanently mangled his hands. A skilled doctor by the name of Nicodemus West was able to save them to some degree, but he lost control of fine motor skills. In short, his surgical career was over. A colleague, Doctor Jonas Hilt suggested that he become a consultant. With Strange’s skills and wonderful reputation, he would doubtlessly be just as successful in that line of medicine, however, Stephen was too arrogant to accept being a mere consultant. Angry at the world, he sought out a second opinion, and then a third and a forth. He underwent every vaguely questionable medical proceeding to try and fix his hands, depleting his fortune. In a last ditch effort, he pawned his remaining possessions and bought a ticket to Tibet. There he sought the temple of the Ancient One, a mystic who was said to be able to heal anyone. After a long search and almost abandoning hope, Strange found him.
Initially, the Ancient One refused to teach someone so arrogant, but after an altercation involving his pupil Baron Mordo, he reconsidered. Mordo had been plotting against his master and Strange learned about it. While he was still angry with the Ancient One for refusing to heal him, Strange did everything in his power to warn the Ancient One of Mordo’s treachery, despite a spell that Mordo had placed over him. For the first time in many, many years, Strange acted selflessly and asked to learn magic for the betterment of the world and to defend it against those like Mordo. The Ancient One was pleased and agreed to teach him.
For years, Strange studied in Tibet and then back in New York. The Ancient One taught him to control various demons and other unearthly entities like the Vishanti. During this time he became acquainted with several other powerful magic users throughout the world. In the 1970s, Strange returned home for good, becoming a mystic consultant in New York’s Greenwich Village. Then regarded as an ‘odd part of town’ and not the best neighborhood, most people considered Strange to be yet another village kook and dismissed him as a fraud who performed cheap parlor tricks for a buck. However, during the 70s he assisted the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, and even tangled with Loki and Thor, thanks to Loki’s trickery. His own enemies at this time included the Nightmare and other low-level demons.
Eventually, Strange tangled with Dormammu who sensed the Ancient One’s old age and frailty. Using this he plotted to invade Earth’s dimension. Strange countered him, but the barrier between the Dark Dimension and the world of the Mindless Ones (terrible demons of heap bad mojo) was nearly depleted. While still weak from their duel, Strange didn’t want the inhabitants of the Dark Dimension to suffer and offered his power to Dormammu to repair the barrier. Feeling he owed Strange, Dormammu spared him and the two had an uneasy truce for a while. The crisis with Dormammu also lead to Strange meeting Clea, Dormmamu’s niece and daughter of his sister Umar. Dormammu was furious with Clea for assisting Strange, but spared her under his insistence.
Strange briefly gave up his practice of sorcery after a mystic crisis threatened Earth. He thought his battle with Dormammu had protected the Earth against any extra-dimensional threats and was disillusioned that his efforts had apparently had little effect. He took up magic again when the Defenders team formed with Namor the Sub-Mariner, the Hulk, and the Silver Surfer. Their alliance was not always easy, but the quartet grew to be friends eventually.
The title of Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme came to him after a clash with the minions of Shuma-Gorath. The Ancient One’s physical form died during the conflict and he became one with eternity, bestowing the title and its accessories (the Eye of Agamotto and the Cloak of Levitation) upon Strange. Strange was uncomfortable with his new responsibilities and tried to revive his brother Victor using spells from the Book of the Vishanti, unwittingly prepping him for revival as a vampire.
The Defenders team prospered and Strange maintained a romance with Clea, however the peace wasn’t to last. Strange was momentarily stripped of his Sorcerer Supreme status when the Ancient One was manipulated by the mysterious In-Betweeners. Strange revealed their treachery and the Ancient One restored his title shortly thereafter.
Some time after this, Clea returned to the Dark Dimension to lead a rebellion against Umar, who was revealed to be her mother. Strange helped her ascend to the thrown as the its ruler, but due to their responsibilities in separate realms, the two agreed to end their relationship, at least for a while. Strange’s next true challenge involved facing his brother, Victor, who has been turned into a new variety of vampire by the sorceress Marie LaVaeu and Strange’s own inexperience. Strange overcame the vampire threat by sealing the spell book that created them in another dimension. Meanwhile, Umar and Dormammu had conspired to reclaim control of the Dark Dimension. Despite their best efforts, Clea and Strange were defeated and exiled to Earth.
During the Infinity War, the Defenders team reunited to stave off a threat from the Sorcerer Supreme of another universe. It was magical. The Infinity Crusade brought Strange’s physical form being enchanted by the Goddess who sought to recreate reality. While all of this was going on, his astral form was hunting down his brother who had become a particularly violent vigilante. Dismayed at his violence, Victor killed himself, much to Strange’s dismay.
A less easy period followed this. Strange was forced to defend his title as Sorcerer Supreme repeatedly, but did so primarily alongside Clea. He assumed a younger form briefly before he was called away for a five thousand year war against enemies of the Vishanti. He returned with few signs of aging and his memories of the war were more or less suppressed. Dormammu manipulated a human mutant and Strange’s ally Topaz into attacking him. His powers weakened after the long conflict on behalf of the Vishanti, Strange used Catastrophe Magic as well as Chaos Magic to assist him. He later claimed, however, that no such thing as Chaos Magic existed.
With the reappearance of Yandroth, an old enemy both Strange and the Defenders, the team reunited yet again. The final conflict ended with Strange abusing his powers and a number of Earth’s heroes joining the fight. Topaz became Strange’s apprentice, but he was unsettled by his recent abuse of power and distanced himself from her and the rest of the superhuman community. When she disobeyed him, he dismissed her with little thought for it.
Following the fall of the Avengers and the Scarlet Witch’s madness, Strange found himself in the House of M along with the rest of the Avengers and several X-Men. Using his mystic powers, he was able to reveal that it was her brother, Quicksilver, who asked her to change the world. The revelation, however, caused her to become even less stable, and that along with Magneto’s killing Quicksilver eventually led to her “no more mutants” spell. Thanks to some very speedy spellcasting on his part, many of the X-Men were able to retail their powers. Unfortunately, countless other mutants’ powers were still lost.
During the Superhero Civil War, Strange went into seclusion, hiding his Sanctum Sanctorum behind the façade of a trendy coffee shop, and traveling to the arctic. While his identy was more often than not public knowledge, Strange still found the idea of mandatory registration unsettling and refused to participate on any level. During this time, he also left the Illuminati, a group that had formed during the Kree-Skrull War (retroactively) to help combat severe threats to the Earth.
He returned to New York and the Illuminati once the tension died down, but was hardly granted a rest. Concerned by the Hulk’s growing threat, the Illuminati decided that it would be safest for all involved to send the Hulk to another, uninhabited world. The plot backfired, of course, and Strange’s hands were mangled as a result. He eventually used Dark Magic to stop the Hulk, which proved addictive as time progressed.
Assisting the underground Avengers, he allowed them to stay in his Sanctum and use it as their headquarters for a time. Despite the dark times, he found some camaraderie in them, and his new romantic interest, the Night Nurse. However all of this came crashing down around him when the Hood, backed by the power of Dormammu, attacked the Sanctum. Strange’s own magics rebelled against him and after reflecting on his actions, Strange stepped down from the position of Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme. Following this, he sought out a successor. Several magic users including Wiccan, the Scarlet Witch, and even Doctor Doom were considered, during which time, Dormammu used Strange’s distraction and weakened state to attack Earth. While on a trip to New Orleans to consider Daimon Hellstrom, the Eye of Agamotto selected Brother Voodoo while the Avengers fought off Dormammu’s forces.
Strange returned to his Sanctum to, at times, sulk, and enjoy in his new, less burdened life. While on a field trip to a baseball game, he encountered a girl in her late teens called Casey Kinmont, as well as a demonically possessed baseball game. Using the Casey’s hands and his own limited remaining power, Strange resolved the demonic possession but not without losing Casey’s grandfather in the process. Obsessed with Strange, Casey performed several internet and in-person searches before he again appeared before her. Strange briefly considered Casey as an apprentice, but their relationship was ended prematurely when her astral form was separated from her physical form and trapped in an enchanted bottle. Strange considered this yet another failure to weigh on his conscience and vowed to find a way to revive her.
PERSONALITY:
At base, Stephen Strange is a good man who wants nothing more than to protect his family and friends. He is fiercely loyal to them, often to his own detriment.
Unfortunately, whatever karma points he gains for good intentions, he often loses for his vanity and arrogance. He is fairly intelligent and picks up new skills relatively quickly leading him to often assume more responsibility than he is really equipped to deal with. This, combined with a few control freak tendencies can make him unreasonable at times. His various failures weigh heavily upon him, but Strange believes that most of his mistakes can be corrected through knowledge. He refuses to see that there are some things beyond his control, or that are “destined to happen”.
When he’s able to see beyond this failing and accept the circumstances as they are, however, Strange is a cheerful man of a good-natured disposition. He has a somewhat dry sense of humor and isn’t beyond flirting with a pretty lady should the situation arise. However, business comes first. Always. Lest he fail something or someone again.
POWER:
Strange’s powers are canonically kind of a nightmare to define. At his peak, Strange could go head to head with the likes or Dormammu, Umar and Doctor Doom using energy blasts and other offensive spells. As his powers have waned, he’s supplemented them with alternate magics that aren’t always the most healthy.
Currently, Strange’s powers are even less known. His hands are mangled and difficult for him to move. This makes it impossible to cast more complicated spells which require elaborate hand and finger motions. His limitations are confounded by the fact that many of his spells require him to “borrow” power from many entities that exist in his Earth’s alternate dimensions. As those entities likely don’t exist in CnC’s various dimensions, it would be altogether impossible for him to cast his higher-level enchantments even with the use of his hands.
Basically, in the Cape and Cowl world, I’d ask that the ported restore control of his hands. This would allow him to perform basic spells like vanishing charms, energy blasts, levitation and teleportation, as well as cloaking/concealment spells. Nothing world breaking, but enough to hide the true nature of his home and defend himself should a hoard of zombies attack. He’d also be able to sense other magic/supernatural entities as he is in canon. With prior consent of the mun via a permissions post, of course. :3
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[video]
[There’s a sound like someone is shuffling around with the comm. A gloved fingertip covers the camera before a man’s torso is visible for a split second. It vanishes into darkness again, probably the result of another finger blocking the lens. After a few muffled curses and some added shuffling, the picture shows the face of Stephen Strange. His usually perfect immaculately groomed hair is just a little tousled and he seems slightly miffed over something. Maybe the episode with the camera, or maybe the trip over… Whatever it is, he shrugs it off quickly. No use dwelling.]
-- Well, let it never be said that I don’t make a token effort to keep up with the technology of the day.
Good evening to all. I seem to have found myself the prisoner of some unknown entity. While this appears to be my Earth for all intents and purposes, I have a sneaking suspicion that such and assumption would be incorrect.
[He pauses, one end of his mustache turning upwards in a somewhat rueful smile.]
Though I’d imagine I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know… So, might there be someone out there willing to offer an old man an explanation for all this madness? If not, I suppose I shall simply hail a cab and see what’s become of my home.
[Strange offers a courteous nod of his head before the feed cuts off.]
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
What would an interdimensional jump do to the spoons, Stephen wondered idly as he made his way to Columbus Circle. It seemed logical to assume that if Midtown looked to be relatively the same the architecture of the rest of Manhattan would be unchanged. All the same, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that Wong seemed to have been spared whatever brand of technology had stolen him from his Sanctum. While he was an excellent companion and devoted disciple, Wong could sometimes be hung up on the silliest of problems. Such as spoons and their allotted space.
The wind had a distinct chill to it, though that may have been from his apprehension rather than a definite dip in the temperature. It was enough to be uncomfortable, though he pushed it from his mind for now. There were other things to consider. Even in his weakened state, Strange doubted that an entity lacking in power would be able to sneak upon him this way. Whatever the cause of his predicament, it would likely not be easy to escape. Further, it would be arrogant to assume he was the only one affected by its reach. If others of Earth’s heroes were snatched away, those more currently essential to its well being… Well, this would have to be dealt with swiftly. That’s all there really was to it.
Surely enough, within two blocks the statue of Columbus Circle was visible, and with it, the assortment of cabs lining the park. He’d meant what he said in the broadcast about checking up on his home, after all. It was logical to assume the geography would be the same, but would the Sanctum Sanctorum be waiting for him? Or someone else’s brownstone? Perhaps in this universe, that damned university would have succeeded in buying the property up and building Someone Very Important’s Recital Hall. Bah, that was an unsettling thought.
With a frown, he inventoried his wallet: A civilian ID, a credit card that was likely useless, Casey Kinmont’s phone number for all the good it would do now, and twenty-one dollars in cash. Figuring that should be enough to pay the fair down to the village, he tapped on the glass of one of the lurking taxies.
“One-hundred seventy-seven Bleecker Street, if you please.” Stephen called cheerily through the cracked window. The driver gave a gruff nod and a moment later, they were on their way. Perhaps it was foolish to assume there would be some comfort returning to his ”home”. So be it. All investigations had to begin somewhere.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Noooot that I can think of immediately.