Name: James Zeeman Hoogerbeets
Order: Arcane
Nicknames: J.
Age: 24
Family: Siblings; Ernie (deceased), Schuyler.
Familiar: Stevie, a pug.
Occupation: None
Residence: West Salem Apartment.

James is permanently in the wild stages of your average college frat boy. Party after party and hangover after next he's either in court paying fines for various crimes committed when under the influence of alcohol and spells or sleeping in and forgetting to go to work. He doesn't really like attachments, so girlfriends never last. Self proclaimed bachelor for life his apartment is a mess with left over pizza boxes scattered around. Not a complete slob, he knows his cleaning spells, but often just doesn't feel like using them. He shrugs and rolls his eyes more than the average person.

It's a good thing that he was born Arcane, because James does not have the effort to put into making his own every day spells. He purchases most of his charms. When he puts his mind to it he can actually be pretty good with his abilities. He can draw pretty good and to most peoples shock has very detailed memory for drawing pentagrams. He has special chalk that he carries around with him that helps him use magic this way. He can literally store items within a drawing of a pentagram that when drawn and invoked will give him the ability to pull things out.

James is your average guy and doesn't go out of his way to tone his body, but remains thin and typical. He has brown hair and eyes nearly the same shade, but his hair is thick and likely hidden under some sort of hat or gelled like a 50s rock star wannabe (james even carries a little black comb in his pocket). His clothes tend to be whatever. He'll accidentally put on a dress shirt with a pair of dirty jeans that haven't been washed in weeks and not care. He has bow shaped lips that are good for pouting, sometimes sideburns or the need to shave after a few days of not, and a decent amount of body hair. One thing people might notice is his hands are usually dry and chalky from his chosen brand of magics.

Steven is a pug that James saved from a trash bin two years ago. Previously his familiar had been a cat who went far and beyond it's typical nine lines and was ate by the sort of demon that could not regurgitate. For years he went without a familiar and didn't feel the need to fill that void, but when he did, Steven (Steve, Steve, or Teves as James randomly will call him) became his best friend. They two understand each other. They like to eat, sleep, and amuse themselves till they pass out.