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
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.
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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