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♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ Jimena Deyo-Negrón ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣
"I'd rather be home 100% of the time."

Camp Registration 2022

║ Camper Name ║
Jimena Deyo-Negrón


║ Birthday, Age, Gender ║
» 4/27
» 17
» Female


║ Address ║
88822 Arbor St., Denver, CO, 65484


║ Allergies ║
Cats


║ Medications at Camp? ║
None


║ Activity Restrictions? ║
None


║ Emergency Contact ║
Eloisa Negrón, Mother, (998)469-3218
Milagros Negrón, Aunt, (998)645-5522
Steven Deyo, Father, (540)495-6952



As a child you would wait
And watch from far away.
But you always knew that you'd be the one
To work while they all play.
This is Me

║ Nicknames ║
Jema (pronounced: Heh-ma)
Jim - Kind of a joke nickname


║ Sexual Orientation & Relationship Status ║
Straight and Single


║ Appearance ║
Jimena’s a little over 5’6’’, weighing a 134 lbs thanks to Tití Mili’s cooking. She doesn’t have a killer body, but she’s doesn’t think she’s too bad either, considering she doesn’t really work out much. She’s got the naturally tan skin tone of her mother, but has always been a bit on the pale side when compared to the rest of her family. When in the light, her eyes have a bit of her father’s green tint. She keeps her dark brown hair shoulder length, never really doing much with it. She lets it dry naturally and might brush it in the morning, but that’s about it.  She puts as much effort in her makeup. Concealer just about does it for her, but she’ll gladly slap on some eyeliner and mascara if the situation calls for it. Her dress is always casual. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket usually does it for her. She’s never been too proud of her looks, and she’s not looking forward to everyone in camp being ten times hotter than she is.


║ Personality ║
The Positive:
Responsible
Honest
Loyal


The Negative:
Cynical
Judgmental (particularly of herself)
Standoffish


More in depth:
Jimena’s role model in life is her mother. As such, she tries to work hard at her academics, hoping to one day deserve all of her mother’s struggles to provide for her. She is extremely responsible and dedicated to whatever goal she puts before her. Her academic pursuits drew her to the International Baccalaureate program, which currently tests and pushes her to her limits. She’s spent all of her life working while her cousins always goof around.  Though she holds her cousins no resentment, she still grew to disdain people who don’t intend to work for a good life, especially when they do have one. Like her dad.

Jimena has for the most part been a pretty successful person, though she hates making a show of it. In fact, she absolutely hates prideful people, humility being extremely important in a person for her. Having been a part of the IB program, she’s come to know her fair share of elitist scum who make up the upper echelons of society, those who don’t have a worthy or humble bone in their body. She expects to find people like them all over Aces High.

All work and no play has made her a bit of a dull girl. She is very introverted, and socializing has always been a problem for her. She can be very cynical and judgmental of others, which can be extremely off-putting initially. But it’s not impossible to get past all that. If you earn her respect and show an intention to keep a friendship, Jimena will be just about the most dedicated friend you can ask for. She’ll love you like family and treat you like it. She’ll gladly be a shoulder to cry on, but she won’t think twice about slapping you back to reality with her infamous pragmatism. Just never call her Jema. That’s her family’s pet name for her. Jimena’s fine.


“Work hard in silence, let your success be your noise.” - Frank Ocean
We Are Infinite


║ My Dreams ║
Jimena’s main goal in life is to have her own family, and most importantly be able to provide for them just as her mother struggled so hard to do.


║ Fears ║
Confined spaces
Letting her mother down
Not deserving her mother’s hard work
Not being able to provide for herself


║ Likes ║
Hamsters
Basketball
Cooking
Tití Mili’s cooking
Reading
Math
Shooting


║ Dislikes ║
Cats
Tea
Singing
Fussing over appearances
Hypocrites
Privileged people


║ Brief History ║
Jimena Deyo Negrón is the daughter of local rich boy Steven Deyo and Puerto Rican immigrant Eloisa Negrón. Eloisa moved with her family from Puerto Rico to Colorado with her family in search for job opportunities. There, she met Steve when she served him in a diner, and it wasn’t long before she got pregnant. When Jimena was born, Steve left her and her mother with a kiss on the cheek and a wad of money. Jimena didn’t miss him in the least, but she felt the hole he left in her life through her mother’s multiple jobs. With Eloisa out working all the time, Jimena – along with her four cousins – was mostly raised by her aunt, Tití Mili.
 
Around a year ago, Jimena’s dad started trying to become a part of her life. Instead of cards with money, he sent two tickets to football games and other events, so they could “spend more time as a family.” He started taking her to the nicest restaurants in the area and inviting her to go clothes-shopping with him, as well as to a shooting range (which she actually kinda enjoyed). He even took her on a trip to Puerto Rico, the first in her life, though their stay was limited to the luxuries of the upscale San Juan area. She didn’t even get to actually meet her family in Mayagüez. Jimena never really believed her father truly wanted to grow close to her. He probably just wanted to clear his own conscience. 

Most recently, he invited her to attend an expensive summer camp. She said no, of course, but that didn't stop him from paying for her attendance anyways. After months of her dad bugging her, Jimena eventually agreed. That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. She wasn’t. But it was for her mom’s sake. Her being out of the house for a month or two meant her mother wouldn’t have to pay to feed her for that time. So if having to hang around snotty and conceited rich kids meant taking some of the burden off of her mom’s shoulders, then it was worth it.


“Pew, pew, motherfuckers.”
Welcome to Aces High!

║ Suit Assignment ║
King of Clubs


║ Do you want to be here? ║
Of course not.


║ Extra information ║
Aubrey Plaza, #D04F4F

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Name: Jakobe Söderström
Gender: Female
Age: 14

FC: Annalise Basso


Appearance:
5’2’’ and 105 lbs, Jakobe barely hits her recommended weight. Certainly not an imposing figure. Much less so with her soft features and scared grey eyes. Her long red hair is always pulled back in a ponytail, away from her eyes. She usually wears a simple t-shirt and jeans under her layers of winter clothes, her only form of accessory being a blue diving watch on her left wrist. It’s less for use than it is for sentimental value. 

Personality:
Quiet, reserved, and jittery. Jakobe is a girl of few words. She’s grown used to have very few people to talk to, so she’s used to keeping her thoughts to herself. Extremely level-headed though easily flustered, Jakobe is a born survivor. She prefers being in the background, away from attention, safe in anonymity. She’s small enough to get her way in that regard. Her family drilled paranoia and cynicism into her as a means to keep her safe. As such, she isn't very good or trusting when it comes to people. She hasn’t seen many of them in her life, after all. But she is still a naïve child, and if you make her feel safe even a little bit, you’ll find her almost attached at your waist. She is desperate for company, terrified of being left alone. Alone, she’s defenseless. 

Young as she is and so new to her powers, what with her ingrained skepticism, Jakobe has little to no faith in herself. Much less the prophecy. Like most of the people in her homeland, she finds it absurd, despite knowing of the powerful magic that exists in the world. All she wants is a home, somewhere to feel safe in. She's not really sure how far she'll go to get that. 

“I’m not safe. I was once, but he took that from me. He takes it from all of us.”

Bio:
After years of the Elemental King’s infanticidal rule, Scandinavia's population has become small enough to be housed in few and scattered apartment blocks, sky-scraping behemoths, so tall that the only lightning that ever struck did so on their lightning rods. In Sweden, these are called jättetrakter. The people within these barely ever leave them. There’s nothing but miles and miles of desolate towns in between them. The jättetrakter are slowly becomes ghost towns themselves. Their inhabitants age, and without children, their numbers only grow smaller. With the exception of Stockholm, most jättetrakter nowadays are only half filled with people, whole floors left void of life.

One such jättetrakt, where Skogstorp once stood, is more than just brick and metal. In its foundations lie ancient spells, enchanted runestones whose magic muddles even the Elemental King’s. Its walls rumbled, power outages plagued it, and the skies seemed to be always ravaged by thunderstorms. It wasn’t long before the place was called haunted by its inhabitants. When enough of them died out, the few people who lived in it abandoned it, in favor for the Stockholm jättetrakt. It’s lonely silhouette was a grim reminder of the toll of the Elemental King’s rule. Yet, its walls hid a secret that threatened to tear down this same rule: a child. Fourteen years ago, Bengta Söderström fell pregnant. She, her husband, and mother sought refuge within these haunted walls, hoping their daughter would be safe from the Elemental King. It was a only one of hundreds of abandoned jättetrakter. Surely the King wouldn't think much of it. They’d all heard of the prophecy, that the Elemental King’s infanticidal rampage was due to his fear of eight children destined to overthrow him. Ridiculous. How could children overthrow a king? All they were sure of was that their daughter was in danger as long as she was a child. If they could just keep her hidden until adulthood, until she isn’t a threat to the king, she would be safe. All they had to do was wait, and hope Jakobe would grow to womanhood before she could fall into the Elemental King’s hand. 

Jakobe, like most inhabitants of jättetrakter, never really saw the light of day, raised within the metal confines of her home. But she didn’t mind. She was never drawn to the outside world. Out there she could be seen. Out there she could be hunted. She was happy, safe, even if just with the company of her parents, grandmother, and Mattias, the sole survivor of a elkhound litter they found in the higher levels of the jättetrakt. No, Jakobe wasn’t lonely. What she was is afraid. The Elemental King’s power only kept growing, and her family only kept wasting away. She could tell her father’s knees didn’t work as they did before, the growing grey hairs on her mother’s head. Her grandmother grew weaker every day. The Söderströms were fighting against time. They were few, fading. None were warriors, and none could defend themselves from the Elemental King’s wrath should word reach him of the child they keep in secret.

Their worst fear became true when one night a group of rangers sought shelter in their jättetrakt. They found young Jakobe in the lower levels, and when they attempted to take her, her family came to her help. They lost. Her father, mother, and grandmother were all killed, and she was alone. One of the men grabbed Jakobe by the hair as she tried to escape and pulled. There was a blinding light, a sound like cymbals crashing together. The men fell to the ground, burnt and smoking, hearts no longer beating. Jakobe was next to her father’s body, digging her face in his chest, sobbing. 

More would come, she knew that much. She had no choice but to leave her home, or she would surely be captured by the Elemental King. She couldn't save her family, but she could honor them and carry on their task by staying alive. With only some supplies and Mattias at her side, Jakobe left her home. She had no idea where to go, no idea what her newfound powers meant. She only knew she had to move. Nowhere was safe. Not as long as the Elemental King was alive.

Element: Thunder/Lightning
Power: Technopathy. Jakobe can communicate with and control technology, which made upkeep of the jättetrakt easy. It’s a power she doesn’t really know she has. Her family always thought Jakobe was just really good with technology, so that’s what she believes. 
Location: Currently the Danish coast, just past the Øresund Bridge. She’s exhausted right now. It’s a long bridge. 
Family: Åke Söderström (father), Bengta Söderström (mother), Catrine Nyberg (grandmother)
Friends: Mattias
Sentimental Attachment: A watch she took from her father's corpse
Other: Nut allergy. Oddly comfortable in confined places. English is like a second language to her. Thick accent,though. 

Pet Name: Mattias (Mats)
Pet Age: 7
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Norwegian Elkhound

Pet Personality: 
Mattias, as any elkhound, is an extremely loyal, brave, powerful beast. Having been raised by Jakobe, he shows her complete dedication and would do anything to keep her safe. He would never back down from a fight for her sale, not even against creatures twice his size, as elkhounds do. Mattias has tons of energy and needs to release it, oftentimes in the form of bouncing along his master, running in circles, or even digging holes in random places. He is Jakobe’s only friend, and she his. Anyone that threatened either of them has hell coming.

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Light and Truth
Archon Name: Ora
Nickname/Alias: The First Son, The Truthful
Race/Species:  Elyon
Gender: Male
Title/Rank: Firstborn Son
Appearing Age: 12
Powers:Truth Detection
Eidetic Memory
Knowledge Projection
Knowledge Absorption (though not from someone unwilling or the WorldWeaver)
Pyromancy/Pyrokenesis
Telekinesis
Illusions
Hypnosis with beautiful singing
Immunity to all ailments, fatigue, extreme temps, and poisons
Invisibility (to humans)
Indestructibility
Immortality
Phasing
Flight/Levitation
Faster-than-Light travel
Light manipulation
Empathy
Super-strength
Healing
Shapeshifting
360-degree vision
Indomitable will (immune to unnatural persuasion)
Shockwave/vibrations
Geokenesis
Electrokenesis
Sedation

Default Personality: 
Ora is of a meek and quiet disposition, easily upset though not prone to tantrums. He is curious in nature, constantly yearning for knowledge. Though, he is not one to stick his neck out for anything, or anyone. If a situation seems dangerous enough - mainly in the form of defying the Canon or angering the WorldWeaver - Ora won’t think twice about backing off.

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Name
Dairmud Altercop

Age
21

Gender
Female

Relationship Status
Single

Job
Innkeeper. The success of her family’s inn, Granger’s Plenty Inn, assures her family a solid economic standing at middle class. Her father’s position as a priest also earns her family a respectable reputation in her village.

Element/Abilities
Dairmud’s element is Light. As she has a Mark and little hope in ever finding her soulmate, Dairmud was never really interested in mastering her magical abilities. Afterall, she would lose them eventually. However, the healing aspect of Light has always fascinated her, and she’d dedicated herself to become as proficient in it as possible. Having a healer always around in the inn was good for business. She always attended the lessons held in the temple, as Prym was lucky enough to have a Light priestess. Under Master Horsfell, priestess to the Light goddess Cair, Dairmud grew to be proficient in her healing capabilities, being able to mend almost anything. Injuries above a broken bone, however, require a lot of energy. Light generation comes easily enough for her, though she’s known to create a blinding flash of light when startled. Her invisibility and teleportation abilities are extremely limited.

In-Depth Appearance
With warm eyes and gentle smile, Dairmud is as welcoming as the inn she runs. At 5’7” and with an average build, she certainly doesn’t stand out amongst the village girls, if not for her family’s name. She keeps her wild brown curls tamed in tight hair buns for work, though she likes letting her hair down as much as possible. 

Thanks to the success of Granger’s Plenty Inn, Dairmud can afford to dress herself nicely, though she prefers simple dresses. They’re more practical, after all, and her usual apron seems more appropriate atop them. That’s not to say she doesn’t like to dress up, and on the rare occasions she does she cleans up quite nicely. But for the most party, she’s fine with her plain dresses.

Likes
Home and its care, which translates very well into her innkeeping.
Cooking and experimenting with ingredients.
History and theology.
Stories of any kind, especially when told by her father.
Music, listening to and making it. She plays the violin.

Dislikes
Her Mark.
Selfish people.
The idea that she is not in control of her destiny.

Biggest Fear
Dairmud’s biggest fear is that she’ll never find love. While she’s not concerned with finding her Destined, she is afraid that the fact that she has a Mark will estrange her from possible partners, which is common amongst Marked.

Personality
Dairmud has grown up in the bustle of the inn, working alongside her family. All she’s known is its bustle. If there’s one thing she’s come to love, it’s that. The buzz of life. The chatter of friends. The warmth of love in the air. They’ve all shaped her into a cordial young woman, generous but practical. She likes to keep herself busy and loves the feeling of wholeness at the end of a hard day’s work. Maybe a little too much. Dairmud can be a bit of a workaholic. And a bit stubborn, too. 
 
Surrounded by her loving family, Dairmud couldn’t be any happier. Lately, however, seeing how happy her brother and his wife are together, the Mark on her right arm has been a growing concern in her mind. She wanted what they had. She wanted to love someone and be loved. Her Mark was supposed to guarantee her love. But the chances of her ever finding that love were astronomical. If anything, the Mark was a curse. Most of the village boys who would notice her would take one look at the dark spot in her wrist and look the other way. But who can blame them? Dairmud couldn’t. Imagine knowing you’re not your loved one’s Destined. Still, Dairmud couldn’t help but feel angry, mostly at herself.
 
Hopefully, however, the Festival of Destinies will change that. Not that Dairmud has her hopes up. She’s too practical for that. At the very least she can make some friends. Maybe even make her famous lemon cakes for them.

Background
Prym is a small yet thriving riverside village south of the Royal City. It’s a small, tight knit community, living a peaceful life on the Orewegian countryside. Certainly the last place for those seeking adventure. Still, it’s seen many travellers come and go, none of which ever had a bad word to speak of the town. All they could talk about was the beautiful lands, the clear air, the lovely people, and their fantastic stay at the Granger’s Plenty. The inn is the home of Andren and Heovan Altercop and their children, Brannon and young Dairmud. While Andren serves a priest and overlooks the maintenance of the local temple, Dairmud, her mother, her brother and his wife Joslin run the inn. Together, they cook, brew, and clean for everyone who stops by the village, and for any of the many residents that just enjoy a short stay at the inn. In it, they’ll enjoy some of the best food and ale around. 

Andren was an educated man, a historian returning to his home in the Royal City when he first stayed in the Granger's Plenty Inn. There, he met and fell in love with the innkeeper's daughter, Heovan. They were wed, and rather than taking Heovan away from the home she loved, Andren decided to make Prym his home. He gave his children, as well as his wife, the sort of education he enjoyed. Eventually, however, Andren realized innkeeping was not his calling and became the town priest, were his love for history and theology served him well. Dairmud's heart grew to share the same passions as her father. Needless to say, she became obsessed with reading, devouring any book she could get her hands on. She also grew in a deeply religious young woman, which reflects in the immense care she shows for the shrines in both the inn and the Altercops' living area on the above floor. However, she grew more and more disheartened at the fact that she could never put her knowledge to use while working in the Granger's Plenty. 

Not that Dairmud wasn't content with her life. She loved her family and her inn. If it were up to her, nothing about it would change. Except maybe her relationship status. She’s old enough to marry, yet not many suitors have come forward. Not that nobody was interested in her. It was just her Mark. But there was one boy, Tomin, who didn’t seem to care. He was a farmer’s boy, a poor but gentle soul. Dairmud waited for that rumored day to come, when he’d ask for her hand in marriage. She’d dream of his gray eyes and how they would glint in the same loving way her brother’s did when he looked at his wife. She wanted that very badly.  
 
Four days ago, that dreamed seemed to crash all around her. Every youth with a Mark was required to attend the Festival of Destinies with the intention of finding the prince and princess’ Destined. Dairmud was only really concerned with the two months she’d be away from home. Afterall, she didn’t expect to find her Destined at all. But Tomin seemed very worried. What if she did find her Destined? What would happen to him? Yet, kind as ever, he put Dairmud’s happiness above his. It was her destiny, after all. If someone came, someone whose fate the gods designed to intertwine with hers, then he would move aside and let her be happy. If not, he would always be there for her. She promised she would be, too. But they both knew better.

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Name
Emmund Basileigh

Age
30

Gender
Male

Relationship Status
Engaged

Job
Member of the Galinese Royal Council; Galinese ambassador

Element/Abilities
Even in his youth, Emmund was an extremely gifted fauna elemental. But if you’d asked him, he would’ve said he was cursed. He was haunted by whispers and feelings, never intelligible, ever disturbing. Once he did learn to control that aspect of his powers, he soon caught on with more advanced techniques, like influencing and even controlling them. He can do so to animals decently enough, but humans are another matter. Trying to make someone move their arm up and down tires him out incredibly.

In-Depth Appearance
As a member of the Royal Court, Emmund takes great care to look his best, although he is careful not to look gaudy. His usual attire consists of a sleek woolen jopula with finely engraved buttons, a thin belt around his waist, pants and boots. He prefers earthen colors, browns and dark green, colors that don’t attract much attention.

Likes
History and politics
Ale
Dogs
Playing his flute

Dislikes
Being in crowds of people. The more people there are, the harder it is to ignore their thoughts.
Ghost stories. He’s very easily spooked.
Being told he’s a bit young for his job

Biggest Fear
Emmund’s worst fear is losing control of his powers again. He remembers what it was like to be flooded by everyone’s minds. It took him years of training to figure out how to block them out, how to filter them and listen to only those that he wanted to hear. If he ever lost the ability to do that, he might go insane. He nearly did, once.

Personality
Emmund is a man of little words, extremely observant and analytical. It does him wonders as a member of the Royal Council. He also hates attention, preferring to slink into the background, doing his equivalent of people-watching, which resembles more people-listening. He lets down those barriers he built up long ago, just a little, enough to let a buzz in. He does it more often than he realizes, dozing off into the buzz. Which is why Emmund usually comes off a as a bit of a distracted daydreamer. However, it ends up working to his advantage. Part of why he’s such an adept diplomat is because of his abilities.

As far as the Destined legend goes, he doesn’t much care for it. He’s not Marked himself, and he’s never really interacted with many of who are. The Galinese royal family isn’t ‘blessed’ to be Marked like its Orewegian counterpart is. He’s quite interested in his visit to Orewyn during the Festival of Destinies, wanting to see firsthand Marked interactions.

Background
Emmund was born in Corrick to a noble family. His father had been one of the King’s closest friends, and his mother a member of the Royal Council. His was a life of luxury and privilege, yet he didn’t really get to enjoy them. The voices made it impossible to. He’d been hearing them since before he could remember, drilling into his mind, threatening to erase what was in it before. By age seven the voices had become unbearable, and Emmund lived in agony. He was thought mad, scratching at the floor and pleading in tears for everyone to shut up, even when no one was speaking. 

His mother eventually went to the temple to find out what was wrong with him. The clergy quickly identified Emmund’s sickness as a result of his unchecked magical powers. A young Emmund was taken to Lady Moirain, a fauna elemental, priestess to the Earth god Ran. She became one of Emmund’s teachers, and magic training was now included in his daily lessons, along with history, political science, and music. He soon became a prodigy and joined the Council as its youngest member in history.  

He was recently sent as an ambassador to the Royal City of Orewyn, to lead the current peace talks between the two countries. Despite the previous war between the countries being officially over, tensions are still high, and the borders of the Riddenmar are violent. Emmund hopes to create a more permanent peace. And what’s more permanent than marriage?

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