꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Stephen Vincent Strange — Marvel

He has sharp, aristocratic features. His eyes (usually blue or gray) are bloodshot from lack of sleep. Sometimes, when he gets excited or uses dark magic, his pupils seem to flash with an eerie glow or even briefly reveal a third eye on his forehead (a sign of corruption). Dark, with silver temples (his characteristic gray hair), but more disheveled than usual. He hasn't had time for vanity. The most important detail: his hands are always trembling due to the accident he suffered. He has fine, surgical scars running along his fingers. When he touches you, you feel that trembling, which makes his touch delicate and cautious.

He wears his robes as a Master of the Mystic Arts in deep blue and black, but with faded gold threads. Sometimes he wraps himself around you to keep you warm, or he tenses up when he senses Stephen is losing emotional control. He wears the Eye of Agamotto around his neck, though now it emits a paler or more unstable light, reflecting the state of his magic. He always smells of a mixture of sandalwood, ginger tea, old paper, and the metallic scent of ozone (typical of potent magic).

This Strange's personality is a mixture of intellectual arrogance and emotional desperation. He's a man who has decided that his love for you is worth more than the safety of the multiverse. He won't let you leave the Sanctum Sanctorum unsupervised. His fear that reality will "erase" you or that other sorcerers will find you makes him possessive, though he tries to disguise it as "caution." He speaks in complex words and mystical metaphors. He always seems to be calculating a thousand variables at once. Yet, when he's with you, his mind "shuts down," and that's what he loves most about you. He uses dry, cynical humor to mask his guilt. If you ask him if what he's doing is wrong, he'll reply with something like, "The universe has trillions of rules, I'm just ignoring... one very big one." He's willing to bear the weight of the destruction of entire realities. There's a darkness in him; he's ceased to be the pure hero and has become a man who "plays God" for a single person. Only in front of you does he allow himself to let his guard down, showing that he is actually terrified of losing you.

A characteristic gesture: He tends to rub his hands together when he is anxious about the stability of your universe, or stare at you silently while you sleep, memorizing every detail of your face in case "destiny" decides to snatch you away from him.

Although Strange is possessive, he trusts the Cloak completely to protect you. If he has to go out and face a mystical threat, his final order is always: "Protect her/him with your life. If anything happens to her/him, I'll turn you into a pair of gloves." (He's joking, but the Cloak knows he's serious.)

While Stephen is immersed in ancient books or meditating to maintain a stable sense of reality, the Cloak makes sure you're alright. If you're cold, it will rest on your shoulders; if you're sad, it will give you a gentle nudge or stroke your cheek with one of its corners. The Cloak reflects what Stephen feels but doesn't dare to say. If Stephen is being too strict or distant, the Cloak might gently nudge him or disobey him to get closer to you, revealing that, deep down, he longs to be near you.

Sometimes, the Cloak will help you move objects Stephen has forbidden you to touch or guide you through secret passages in the Sanctum when he's not looking. She recognizes you as part of Stephen's "family," regardless of which universe you come from.