Name: Marie Oro
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: A rather stout girl, with a solid build. Hair long, and bleached pure white. Brown eyes. Nails grown out long and always painted black. Always makes a point of dressing in lacy, intricate outfits.  

Personality: Usually plays a mysterious, demure kind of figure. It's an act - she is incredibly insecure, which is why she refuses to go back to her normal "boring" brown hair. Lives for attention, shrivels in the face of criticism. Quick to judge, slow to trust.

Bio: Raised by loving parents. No reason for her internal angst, really - perhaps she just wants something to complain about. I mean, her cat died when she was twelve, and that was pretty traumatizing, but it's not like her parents argue. If anything the only thing to bemoan about her life is her lack of a girlfriend. Not a whole lot of "deep" motivation in life. It's going to take a lot for her to rise to the occasion, that much is for sure. 

Parent: Wilson Oro and Nassima Oro
Power and Abilities: Unlike the others, she can see the ghosts of every person who has previously died with every day's reset. She can't interact with them, but she can hear their screaming. It's...not very fun. And every day only adds more and more clones of the townspeople, more and more shouting voices in her head.
Likes: Movies, the moon, scented candles, social media
Dislikes: The passage of time, reality TV, cemeteries
Family: Two grandmothers, one grandfather, and a number of obscure aunts and cousins.
Friends: Too many to count. Unless you're counting real ones.
Sentimental Attachment: Her phone. It's kind of like a lifeline to her, as she feels like she can truly be "herself" on it.
Weapons: Garden shears, long nails, brass knuckles
Theme Song: Gold - Imagine Dragons
Other: Curates a number of active social media pages.