Name: Georgia Bell
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Bio: Bell was only ten years old during chaotic times between when the old world ended and The New World Order took form. The Mayans had been right. It was 2012, and a massive solar flair released an EMP that fried most technology on earth or top of massively speeding up the process of global warming. The sea rose, and as it rose the stars came down from the sky. UFOs, long shy, were suddenly abundant. They made attacks on most world capitals, but the bodies of world leaders pulled from that wreckage were not human but scaled and green reptillians. One by one all the "falsehoods" of the world, the crackpot theories and insane conspiracies, were revealed to be true in some form and connected in a great web that spanned all of civilization.
As things started getting pretty Revelations looking and people started literally going underground. Massive escape vessels designed to bore deep into the earth were unveiled by Greys and Reptillians sympathetic to humanity. Hundreds and thousands escaped into the earth. Of course, it turned out to be hollow.
Bell managed to be on one of them. She had lost her parents early on, and had spent months dodging death rays, bloodthirsty reptiles, pissed off angels, and far stranger to make it that far. As the chaos raged above she tried to make a life within the depths of the hollow earth. She was taken in by a kind group of reptiles. She started over.
Everyone did. It was decided early on, by no one in particular, that the old world had been largely an illusion. The only thing that mattered was living true and looking toward the future. The concept appealed to her. It was comforting.
She lived and learned as much as she could from her new family about what was really going on. As she grew up she started exploring, wanting to know everything she could about...everything. She explored the old ruins of this place, built by races that had existed far before humans. She asked as many questions as she could of everyone that came down here, human and cryptid. To keep in shape she ran with dinosaurs, and meditated daily in hopes of opening her third eye.
When she was Fifteen she applied to and was accepted into the Illuminates Initiative, and group of like minded explorers and scholars dedicate to cataloging all they could of what had been commonly called The New World Order. Their stated goal was to seek out everything that had been considered a myth before the reordering. By that time the chaos of the surface had subsided and it was safe to sail out onto the surface through the entrances near what used to be the ice caps.
She did this for two years, her speciality being finding and documenting cryptids. It was during a typical expedition, hunting alone for the mysterious hodag, that she came across a cryptic that had never been described before. At first she thought they were shadow people, but then shadow people didn't have yellow eyes like that. She didn't have a chance to observe them long before they attacked. Bell defended herself as best she could, but the little monsters were many and intelligent. It was when all seemed lost when she suddenly materialized a key in her right hand. Understanding that weird phenomenon like that must mean something she attacked with it, and drove the creatures off without managing to capture one.
When she returned to report she found that Illumenates had already been contacted by new aliens, these ones called moogles, and that the shadow cryptids had already been sighted in many places across the world. What the moogles were offering was answers and training in how to use the weapon she now had, and it was her duty to take whatever knowlage they had to offer for the sake of the new world.
Age: 17
Skills: While able to use the keyblade she found herself with she didn't have much time to train with it before to moogles whisked her off to Renovation. She's much more comfortable using the Carbon-Lasso she wears on her hip. She is a journeyman combat psychic, helping her to manipulate the lasso in addition to enhancimg her physical abilities by cloaking herself in a psychic shroud.
On a more mundane level she is an experianced tracker, survivalist, and animal handler. She always has her small tracking raptor, Snopes, at her side.
Personality: Confident, and preferring to work alone. Studious, and always taking notes and nerding out over new creatures she finds. Won't ever kill an animal if she can absolutely help it. Like most people of her world she is inherently wary of truths that are accepted as universal, and if a proponent of full transparency from her leaders and the rest of the people she's working with. Goes both way, and is completely transparent to her allies.