Jaime A. Hughes

## Character Stats

The ghost of Jaime A. Hughes is a registered member of the Sect, working under Murphy Duke.

*Case File Note: Hughes is not aware of his deceased state. Any attempt to inform him may be detrimental to the mission of the Sect, and deadly for his coworkers. He must remain ignorant to this fact.*

## Appearance

Jaime is tall, with wild shoulders and a mop of brown hair, worn in a middle part. He has large, brown eyes; a Roman nose; and a dashing, if slightly goofy, smile. He typically wears a plain t-shirt and dark-wash skinny jeans. He favors an old leather bomber jacket with a winged pilot's pin on the left breast pocket.

## Personality

Jaime is often excitable and over-eager, ready to jump into every new battle he sees. If given the opportunity, he will wander off, much to the chagrin of his coworkers. He is genuinely kind and will do nearly anything to protect his friends.

## Abilities

> Case File Note: As of November 20, 2019, it appears that Hughes' spectral powers are beginning to awaken. It is not clear whether this will trigger any memories of his death at this time. He believes himself to be a wizard, and Byrd has cemented these ideas. It is within the Sect's best interest to keep him ignorant to the true origin of his powers for as long as possible.
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### Possession

Jaime has a latent ability to possess other living creatures, due to his ghostly nature. Currently, he is unaware of this ability, but may accidentally call upon it once made aware of his death.

### Angel Wings

In Riders on the Storm, Jaime's ghostly powers asserted themselves in a new way: reliable teleportation. He is now able to phase out of this plane of existence and appear anywhere that he has been before.

## Life

Jaime Addison Hughes is the only son of Emily Harriet Hughes. At first a mistake, the 21-year-old Emily quickly decided to keep the pregnancy and raise her soon-to-be son on her own. She finished her bachelor’s degree in history and began her master’s in anthropology while raising a toddler-aged Jaime. From birth, he was a handful, especially for a single mother. She taught him to use his energy for productive things, taking him on jogs as a little boy and bringing him to play in Little League games. Emily would often call on her friends and roommates to watch Jaime while she attended classes, leading to Jaime absorbing a lot of random skills and information from his assortment of odd babysitters.

### Meeting Callum

In seventh grade, Callum Blake moved to Torrington. Jaime and Callum were assigned to the same homeroom, where–on the second day of classes–Jaime threw an eraser at Callum's head. This started a playful battle between the two, ending when Callum chucked his backpack at Jaime and nailed him square in the chest. They became fast friends after this, realizing that they shared a birthday and many interests, like monsters and video games.

### Dawn's Adoption

In his freshman year of high school, Emily began to date a man who had a child, Dawn, from a previous marriage. She quickly realized that he was a less-than-stellar human being, and took his child in as her own.

### Motorcycling

#### Early Life

Halfway through his 8th-grade year, Jaime discovered an old beat-up motorcycle in a local warehouse. He and Callum decided to learn to ride together, with Jaime at the wheel and Callum perched on the back on a wooden board, attached with zip ties. The two eventually crashed the bike and get hurt. At this point, their parents take notice, and Emily realizes

#### Nicky the Motorcycle

Jaime's high school graduation gift was a two-seater motorcycle. It was a joint gift between the extended Hughes' family and Callum's parents for the two to ride together, as they had since they were children.

### Monster Hunting

#### Entrepreneurial

Callum and Jaime, fresh out of high school, decide to start their own monster hunting business

## Death

*Entry added December 23, 2017 by Murphy Duke.*

***Case number 17A087***

*On the night of December 21, 2017, Jaime Hughes and Callum Blake tracked a werewolf back to its den somewhere in Central Mass. I believe that they travelled from their hometown in Connecticut; a substantial drive. I was not aware that this particular werewolf den had been discovered by anyone else, much less two reckless amateurs. I met the two outside of the woods, at the head of an old fire road.*

*I buried Hughes' body in an unmarked plot in the church cemetery.*

## Quotes

"This is a bag of rice, count this shit!" -Jaime Hughes, "*Blood on the Dance Floor"*