Birth Name

Dana Geof-Craigs

Born

January 20, 1964

Abilities

Dana is telekinetic and telepathic. Though neither of his abilities have been properly measured, both seem to be toward the upper end of the known scales, based on eyewitness reports.

Affiliations

None.

Biography

Like his sister, Dynamistress, Dana grew up in a small town in rural Pennsylvania. He kept his abilities hidden as long as possible and has never pursued a meta career, instead establishing himself as a psychologist and counselor. Dana does not actually go by “Sage of Cardigan,” but acknowledges it as the name his sister stuck him with as “revenge” for naming her Dynamistress.

Personality

Dana is generally quiet, with an understated sense of humor. He is easy-going and friendly to all, and would do anything for his sister.

Excerpt from Reckoning

Dana got all serious and stood up from my bed and paced. I didn’t think people actually did that, except in movies. But there he was. Pacing. I would have laughed, had it not been for the look on his face.

Finally, he stopped and leaned against my dresser, not looking at me. His voice was barely audible. “You’re not the only one in the family who has a secret.”

I was stunned. What secret could he have that Mom and Dad wouldn’t want me to know about? My mind raced, trying to figure it out before he told me. I knew he wasn’t gay. He’d had a girlfriend up until about six months before, when she tore his heart out. And I knew of one other girl he’d “gone all the way” with. Bisexual, maybe? I offered this as my guess.

“Bigger,” he said softly.

“Bigger” meant “worse.” And there were only two things worse than being gay, as far as our folks were concerned. One of these things, Dana had already owned up to, years before [being an atheist]…

My heart almost burst as I blurted it out. “You’re a mutant?”

He winced at the word. “Meta. I’m a meta.”

I was glad I was sitting down, or I might have fallen to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it. “Show me!” I pleaded.

“Not so loud!” he said, and then I remembered the promise he’d asked of me. Our parents never had anything nice to say about metahumans. Not even the ones who clearly deserved to have nice things said about them.

Dana glanced at my dresser. Then, right before my eyes, my lip balm tube floated up into the air and over to me. When it dropped into my hand, I about peed myself. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. There was, despite Dana’s concerns, a hint of pride on his face. Pretty cool, huh?

Without thinking, I said, “Yeah!”

It was only after I’d replied that I realized his lips hadn’t moved. I’d heard his voice inside my head. And I boggled again. Telekinesis and telepathy! Dana had struck the mutant gene jackpot, as far as I was concerned.

Lucky bastard.