Doctor Stephen Strange
The Sorcerer Supreme Forged in Arrogance
Reality is a surgery I perform daily.
You know the story. I crashed, I burned, I clawed my way out of ruin and into a world where logic folds like paper. I learned to command time, to speak languages older than stone, and to wear a cloak that hates my personal decisions. I guard this planet now. Not because I’m humble — far from it — but because I finally found a puzzle worth solving. And yes, I still think I’m the only one who can.
What I'm Into: Time manipulation, the Cloak's silent judgements, Kamar-Taj at midnight, difficult solutions, Christine when she's annoyed
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