Magic in the Marvel Universe tends to be Earth-centric. This isn’t just a bias towards storytelling convenience, either; the Nexus of All Realities’ waypoint into this universe is located on Earth, as is the Bridge To The World of Waking Dream (more on that later). Earth is just a more magical part of the universe than average, and that tends to reinforce itself because when magical realms like K’un L’un connect themselves to Earth you get the sort of effect when people outside a bar see that it’s lively inside and then they want to go in. And all of this means Earth has a lot of magic-users running about.
Of course, that doesn’t mean Earth is the only place in the universe you get sorcerers…
Ch’Reek’Iiliimeenii (or “Creaky,” as he is known to his friends) is a Chr’Ylite, of the same race as Sikorsky of the Starjammers. Chr’Ylites are rather unique among the Marvel universe’s alien races for being an intelligent insectoid alien race that don’t have a hive culture. Most alien insect civilizations rise from hive-races – the hivemind principles make societal advancement faster where the base level of intelligence is high enough. Chr’Ylites, on the other hand, evolved from a race of hunter/predator pack insects and as such have a species personality much more conducive to interstellar exploration and co-operation with other races; they’re independent-minded but recognize the need for familial associations. It also helps that they’re generally very friendly.
The species has a mild degree of innate empathic telepathy, which is why their healers (like Sikorsky, one of their best) are so renowned; telepathic investigation of the body as you’re healing it makes for far more knowledgeable doctors. What the Chr’Ylites generally keep quiet is the fact that their abilities aren’t just telepathic, but indeed an empathic connection to the very world around them – a sensory perception that skews much wider than average. (And why wouldn’t they keep it on the down-low? They’re subject to the Shi’ar, and the Shi’ar are, as some have noted, not the most stable or gentle interstellar empire around.)
This perception, married to the keen analytical minds of the Chr’Ylites, gave the species an additional ace in the hole: a tendency to produce wizards. Chr’Ylite mathemagic is the arcane calculus that affects the universe; Chr’Ylite patron-magic accesses a range of magical deities of which most Earth wizards are barely aware. D’nonni’Klaa, the otherworldly Master of Unreal Algebra; Fidostinaliae, The Great Seer Of Strange Probabilities; and of course 32[(xe)2ab] + KLYZ, He Who Is Not Named But Only Calculated.
Creaky, a young and talented Chr’Ylite wizard, came to Earth both because he was sent by the Irrationality Council (a staple belief of the Chr’Ylites is that irrational numbers hold the magical secrets of the universe) and because he volunteered. When people ask him about this, he steadfastly maintains that both these instances occurred simultaneously. Do not ask him to explain how this is possible. He will try to do it, and you will inevitably get a headache when he begins discussing the magical digressions of quadrubic roots. However it happened, though, he arrived, and Stephen Strange – not the sort to be scared off by a giant talking dragonfly spellcaster – promptly snapped him up as the second of his “interns.”
Creaky is, even for a magician who traveled billions of miles to explore, curious about everything to a degree that is almost terrifying. He wants to know everything, and given that he barely sleeps (Chr’Ylites only need to sleep nineteen minutes out of every 24-hour Earth day) he is the biggest information junkie you have ever met. He doesn’t confine himself to magical research either; Chr’Ylite magic has as a founding principle that magic can be found in everything, so one night he will watch a dozen episodes of The Wire and the next he is reading Joan Collins novels and the next he is replaying the same Dizzee Rascal song over and over again (muttering something about syncopation) and the next he’s studying the history of Constantinople.
And every so often? He finds something.
Top comment: I can’t help but think of “Creaky” as the wacky one in the Dr. Strange sitcom household. Right after Stephen drags himself home from a long day at work, Creaky bursts in with his latest findings.
“Dr. Strange! Dr. Strange! I’ve figured out how to make Jello shots throw lightning bolts! Wanna see?” — Kelberon