I was a surgeon. 

Whose talent was only exceeded by his ego. 


Until an accident damaged the nerves in my hands


and sent me searching the far corners of the globe for a miracle cure.

 What I found was a mysterious wizard called the Ancient One.


 But she didn't help me hold a scalpel again.

              She made me




The Master of the Mystic Arts.

Earth's first defense against all manner of magical threats.

 So now I walk alone through the nameless reaches of the netherworld,

 each day weirder than the last.


Each new challenge

liable to end with my

doom or damnation or

final descent into

screaming madness.

But you know what?


I'd be lying like hell if I said I didn't love it.


Doctor Strange #1, 2015


Stephen grew up the elder brother to siblings Victor and Donna, all beloved by their parents Eugene and Beverly Strange.   While Stephen and Victor often clashed, you’d be hard-pressed to find a brother and a sister closer than Stephen and Donna.  When Stephen was a mere twelve years old and Donna nine, she fell and scraped her knee while rollerskating.  Because their mother was away at work, Stephen cared for his little sister, cleaned up the hurt and soothed away her tears.  It was then – faced with the smile on Donna’s face and the trust, faith and gratitude in her eyes – that Stephen knew that he wanted to be a doctor.  He graduated high school with honours at the age of sixteen, and entered medical school at the University of Columbia in New York with a full scholarship.  His professors praised him as a good student, hardworking, imaginative and tenacious, and even though he devoted himself to his schoolwork, he always returned home for the holidays to be with his family.  

He and Donna loved to swim – their mother called them her little “waterbugs” as children and when they were small often had to drag them out of the water kicking and screaming.  When Stephen was in his final stint in medical school, he was home for the summer holidays and he and Donna decided to go swimming at one of their favourite haunts.  Donna dove too deeply and struck her head on the rocky bottom, and by the time Stephen found her…it was too late.  Even though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, Stephen never really stopped mourning his sister.  

He graduated summa cum laude from University of Columbia with an MD and a PhD in neurosurgery and neuroscience, and began his residency at New York Mercy Hospital, during which time his father Eugene suffered fatal heart failure.  Still grieving Donna, Stephen felt that he could not handle any more loss, and abstained from going to his father’s bedside.  When Eugene passed, Victor went to go confront his brother at his apartment, and the two of them proceeded to have the worst altercation of their lives.  Enraged and aggrieved, Victor stormed out of the apartment, went out into the street and was hit by a passing bus.  Afterwards, Stephen always blamed himself for his brother’s death.  The loss of Eugene and Victor – within mere days of each other – combined with the still relatively-fresh passing of Donna – was too much for Beverly to bear.  She followed them a few months after, and Stephen was left alone. 

He spent the next few decades rising through the ranks of neurosurgery and pioneering new and inventive techniques.  As the years passed, he began to prioritize only the cases that would be worthy of medical journals and accolades, and pass over the ones that truly needed his help.  Eventually, it was only his friend Christine Palmer who could ever get him to take the occasional critical case.


One night when he was driving to a speaking engagement at a neurological function, Stephen’s car went over a cliff and crashed on the bank of the Hudson.  He survived the accident, but his hands suffered catastrophic nerve and bone damage.  Despite his colleagues’ best efforts, Stephen’s hands healed with considerably limited mobility and constant tremors.  He spent the next few months chasing every new and experimental procedure to repair his hands, exhausting his entire fortune for a grand total of seven surgeries.  But they all failed.  At the end of hope, he met a man who miraculously recovered from an untreatable spinal cord injury at a place called Kamar-Taj.  So he scraped together his last dollars and bought a ticket to Kathmandu, Nepal.  While looking for Kamar-Taj he was found by Mordo, who brought him there and introduced him to his master, the Ancient One.  But what the Ancient One offered was not healing for his hands but the study of the mystic arts – real magic.  And when he expressed disbelief, she opened his eyes and sent him on a whirlwind journey of truth through the infinite number of other dimensions in the multiverse.  Shaken and forever changed by what he had seen, Stephen begged her: “Teach me…

The not too distant past…

In Stephen’s early days as Sorcerer Supreme, he encountered a woman named Clea – very magically talented, but untrained.  He undertook the task of teaching her the ways of magic, and she gladly became his apprentice.  They traveled space and dimensions together, and as time went on, they fell in love, and were married.  For a while, they were happy.  But with the passing of the years, differences and longer and longer periods of time spent apart created a rift between them…until one fateful Valentine’s Day in the Dark Dimension.  Clea confronted Stephen, revealing who she truly was – the daughter of Umar, the sister of Dormammu – one of his oldest enemies.  She gave him an ultimatum, forced him to choose between her and the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme.  And when he chose his duty, she turned on him and attacked.  Stephen was forced to defend himself, and although both suffered terrible wounds, it was Clea who died that day – in Stephen’s arms.


Present day.

One cold night in January, Stephen met an ethereal Fae with skin like jade, eyes of gold, and twin horns like a gazelle.  Maleficent – sometime called the Mistress of All Evil, the Dragon Lady, Queen of Darkness, and the Sorceress Without Peer.  By all the rules and expectations of their respective “sides”, they should have become bitter enemies that day.  But Fate intervened.  The legendary witch and fellow sorceress Morgana le Fae sent creatures after Maleficent, seeking her heart for a profane ritual that would make her the most powerful practitioner of magic in existence.  Stephen helped Maleficent fend off the creatures, and went with her to confront and fight Morgana.  In the ensuing battle they prevailed and Morgana was defeated, but Stephen was mortally wounded.  Instead of leaving him, Maleficent brought him to the office of a friend, Dr. Christine Palmer, who was able to save him in the nick of time.  Since that day, there has been something of a friendship between them…a friendship that has grown, and flourished, and strengthened.  If asked, Stephen might not be able to describe the exact nature of his relationship with Maleficent.  Or perhaps would decline to is the more correct phrase.  But his eyes shine brighter when he is around her, and he laughs and smiles more often when she is near.


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Once upon a time, a group of fighters and magically gifted defenders swore themselves to protecting their world from magical threat, and devoted themselves to the guardianship of its most dangerous and magical artifacts.  When some of these precious and dangerous objects were threatened, they banded together and named themselves "The Magi", and Stephen was named the Magi's...



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  • I am an rper of 8+ years experience.  My earliest dabblings were back at the tail end of YouTube rp glory days, and for a long time I was a member of the Rolepages rp community.  I am excited and honoured to join this community here on Wrealms, and I look forward to making many new friends.


  • I have experience with both one-shot and ongoing rps, and while I like to keep rps going, I understand that some rpers might not be comfortable with rps that stretch on indefinitely and I am more than willing to do one-shots.


  • I welcome both PG-13 and 18+ rps.  However, while I am flattered by every offer, I must regretfully decline any requests for romance-centric rps, as this character is already in a steady relationship.


  • Please make your rp comments a minimum of one paragraph.  I appreciate a good one-liner as much as the next guy, but if every reply is a one-liner after awhile it starts to feel like I'm shouldering most of the work.


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  • [Hello, I'm sorry for having been off, been in hospital for awhile. I would still like to write if you'd like too.. ]

  • (Heyo! I wanted to mention I never did get a response from you but wanted to wish you well and make sure you were alright since I haven't heard from you in over a month. ^^)

  • [Yes actually, I did have an idea. As I have designed Lillian, she really admires Doctor Strange. Given how he reminds her in a way of  "Sherlock Holmes, but with magic!" as she'd put it, I was thinking that we could just start with her coming to where he lives and possibly asking questions? She is very curious, so she will have a lot of them. XD 

    How does that sound? :3 ]

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  • It was a task trying to collect her emotions back and keep a levelheaded maturity under her belt after what happened. Tessa would try to look at her surroundings and it seemed to take her a moment to realize she was not alone or in a "normal" place. No, she was somewhere that she most likely would not have been if fate had not guided her here away from that chase. This place was sacred, ancient, and powerful and it only fit to the voice pierce the silence manage such a grand place as this. Tessa knew that this was a place not many came to easily, and listened carefully to what was being said and watched what was being done. The man's comment about the dogs made her laugh with a pinch of irony to it as if she was saying, "You're not kidding." 

    Tessa would look right back to the sigil being formed on the door while the dogs would keep trying to attack and enter the building and study it with awe. She had seen magic, but not like this and not this close in her life. It was almost inspiring in a way with how raw and refined it was at the same time. It was as if he harnessed some type of scientific grace with his magic and it was fully welcomed when it tried keeping the shadowy dogs out of the place. Even though she wanted to touch the sigil, she would refrain from doing so as she slowly looked back to the man approaching her from the stairs.

    It would take her a moment to study this man and reflect on his features as they seemed so similar to the old friend her mother had and it made her heart ache a bit to think of that woman. However, she would keep her manners and silence until the banging against the door made her jump and squeak a bit, quickly grasping her chest as she looked back for one moment before looking back when he began talking about the shadow hounds at the door. "Shadow hounds?? Why would they even want me, I'm not a magic user at all..." "But I did come from a magical family..." Is all Tessa would think to herself as he would retrieve the amethyst necklace. 

    If studied long enough, the amethyst would appear to be much older than it appeared to be and quiet a powerful artifact of ancient magic. It seemed to be one of those types of necklaces that were meant to stay with the original owner at all times, and yet Tessa held it in her possessions- mostly. The young girl however seemed to glare at the necklace for a moment while she brushed her chocolate brown hair back. Her darker colored eyes hesitantly looked at him and gently accepted the necklace back and recognized she was far shorter than this man than she realized. When he introduced himself, she would easily return that favor. 

    "My name is Tessa Arsenault, and tahnk you again for the help Doctor Strange... Sorry to just run in here like a moron but I didn't knwo what else I could do at that point... with the shadow hounds and all."

  • "Sorceror Supreme, now that is a rare title that I have not heard in a long time. Not only that, the title belongs to one Doctor Strange.  How quaint in a charming way of course, I suppose you remember me right, or in this case know me at least."

  • "She's  my funny blue box, thank-you-very-much, which yes, actually is quite bigger on the inside. And yes. It is a nice bowtie. Just as that's a nice cloak - very floaty, very... living. But bowties are cool."

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