This short entry is an experiment. A lot of comic books feature characters with convoluted (and often retconned) origin stories. Sometimes movies pare these down a bit, but sometimes not, and not every character out there has a movie (yet). So this is my first attempt at a five-minute version of a super-hero origin story.
Strange – Ah, it is a great day to be a gifted yet arrogant surgeon. Yes, saving lives through medicine is certainly my destiny in life.
–a car accident damages his hands, making it impossible to continue being a surgeon–
Strange – Well, that sucks, but I am confident medical science will restore full use of my hands so that I may go back to my destiny of saving lives.
–years pass and no cure is forthcoming–
Strange – Fine! Fine! If science can’t cure me, then I will turn my back on all my scientific and medical training and seeking out magical aid.
–surprisingly, this works and soon he finds the Ancient One–
Ancient One’s Ancient Abode:
Strange – Can you please fix my hands so I can go back to being a surgeon? I’ve kept up on the latest medical advances so I can re-enter the field.
Ancient One – Is your last name really ‘Strange?’
Strange – Yes. Why would I lie about that?
Ancient One – I’m just saying no one has that name. Especially paired with ‘Stephen.’ I mean, an alliterated name like that, and the last name of ‘Strange’ is obviously made up.
Strange – Fine, fine, I have an odd name. Please fix my hands.
Ancient One – You should learn magic instead.
Strange – No, really, I just want my hands to be healed. I’m not into magic. I really want to be a doctor.
Ancient One – Well, stay the night and think it over.
Strange – Sure, whatever.
–Later that night…–
Baron Mordo – Hey, new guy.
Strange – Hey, creepy guy.
Mordo – So I’m the Ancient One’s student and I think I’m ready to kill him and take his place. You want to help?
Strange – *blink blink* Nooo!!! I just want my hands fixed!
Mordo – Okay, well, I guess I didn’t actually expect you to say ‘no.’ I might have to kill you now.
Strange – I don’t care who’s the powerful mystical sorcerer, okay? I’m not going to tell on you.
Mordo – And for some reason I believe that. Laters! –leaves–
Strange – This is not my problem. This is not my problem. Argh, damn it! –goes to warn the Ancient One– Hey, that Mordo guy is going to kill you!
Mordo – You ruined everything. I kill you now! –attempts to do so–
Ancient One – Enough! –prevents Mordo from killing Strange– That’s it! I am done with you! Get out! –throws Mordo out–
Strange – Wow, it’s a good thing I was here.
Ancient One – Eh, I expected Mordo would betray me sooner or later. This was just a convenient test to find out his true loyalties.
Strange – Hey!
Ancient One – So, I need a new apprentice to learn everything I know before I die. I think it ought to be you.
Strange – What?!
Ancient One – Yes, this is definitely destiny.
Strange – Argh, fine! As long as I can get my hands fixed. How long can this take?
–fast forward several years–
Ancient One – And since I’m dying, you’ll have to be the next Sorcerer Supreme and protect the world from terrible ancient evils and other supernatural threats. –dies–
Strange – Argh! I just wanted to be a surgeon! Now I’ve completely lost touch with the medical world and ended up the supreme magic-user? Man, I bet that Mordo guy is totally going to try to kill me for this.
–Strange is so, so, right–