Name: Livanah Santoro
Age: 602 years old
Occupation: Sideshow Freak: The Immortal Woman
Hometown: Barcelona, Spain
Family: Fabian Santoro [Father|Deceased], Carmen Marinella Santoro de Luis [Mother|Deceased], Ana [Sister|Deceased], Juan [Brother|Deceased], Antonio [Brother|Deceased], Miguel [Brother|Deceased], Isabella [Sister|Deceased], Manuel [Brother|Deceased]
Appearance: Although Livanah is six hundred and two years old, she still looks as she did in her late twenties, early thirties. Her naturally dark hair contrasted with mildly pale skin are the best compliment to her light eyes, which naturally seem illuminated against the backdrop of her rich earth tones. Keeping up with the changes of each era, Livanah has never struggled to remain fashionable, though her pallet has very rarely veered from her beloved blacks, deep reds and muddy browns. A graceful creature in all of her movements, her clothing seems secondary to the way she serenely careens through a room or down a busy street. Regardless, the fabrics she does adorn her body with are always well made and suit her subtle taste.
First Impression: Upon meeting, she has incited both awe and disdain. People have found her intriguing and beautiful - though not necessarily physically but from the brief sample she'll offer of her personality. While others find her very bizarre, even macabre and creepy. Neither impression seems to effect her much, considering Livanah only gradually opens herself up to people. Normally upon first meeting, she says very little in exchange for listening. She takes advantage of the way people enjoy discussing themselves and uses the opportunity to allow them to expose themselves completely before deciding to bother or move on, having very little tolerance for particular personality traits or beliefs.
Facts/Interests: The arts are an incredible love of her's and does what she can to support artists she adores with the purchase of their work and visiting exhibitions as often as possible. Her favorite past lovers were namely artists of some sort, though not all necessarily visual. She's careful to maintain her secret when gallivanting amongst mortals. She especially loves to dance to the music of the Spanish guitar and the boisterous sounds of Central American countries.
Personality: For those who know her, she can be wildly passionate about anything she has remote interest in and yet lose interest in other things very quickly. She has been known to catch herself in the midst of heated arguments and debates and brought it down to a laughing point so as to keep herself from becoming offensive with imposing her mind set on others. She really can't help it, sometimes. A libertine at heart, she operates by very few rules, mainly those pertaining to the involvement of the regular world. All else is fair. Considering that she secretly envies the mortality of others, she is careful to treat them as delicate objects, despite the sadistic ways in which she emotionally tortures people with her fickle moods. In regard to love, she isn't sure she exactly believes in the notion to the degree which morality junkies try to impose the idea of soul mates and monogamy. But it is another reason to find herself jealous of mortals more often than not. The novelty of love/lust/infatuation isn't lost for long with them. Everything is fleeting and brief, where she has been plagued with watching those she has cared deeply about in the past wither away and die.


Livanah Santoro first came into the world in the cool month of February in the Principality of Catalonia, a now historic territory in the northeastern Iberian Peninsula in 1407. Her birth came at a time in which Spain was still Hispana and the country was in the midst of the 800 year reconquest from The Moors, which lead to the Inquisition the year after her arrival. Inquisitors tortured and killed those they suspected of being heretics and false converts from the Jewish and Muslim faiths. The guilty faced imprisonment, hanging, beheading, and burning at the stake, which continued on until the 19th century. Somewhere in all the fear and death Carmen Marinella Luis and Fabian Santoro found each other. He was a tall, handsome man of Aragonese decent, with dark features and a talent for both plow and sword. Carmen Marinella was the Catalan daughter of a Lord and a wildly passionate force with light eyes and pale skin. The two had been unable to resist each other upon sight and had married within mere weeks of courtship, settling in Barcelona to start their family. Though as romantic and hungry for each other as they were, when they fought, the same explosive emotions erupted with equal force. Her father hadn't exactly been a faithful man, but he had remained unconditionally loyal to his wife until his death. A virtue their seven children admired greatly. Their mother didn't last much longer without the love of her life and she too passed away at the then old age of forty three. Livanah was the youngest of the family and eighteen when she first attempted suicide.

Of all the Santoro children, Livanah was by far the biggest handful. An overly curious and mischievous child, most of her days were spent getting lost, sending her worried mother into a frenzy and resulted in the others being sent off to find her. The beginnings of the search party. By sundown, the little one was usually hiding in the homes of her favorite elders, like her grandfather, Juan Manuel Luis, the poet. He had been the girl's first experience with the manipulation of words to form poetry and song and her first and strongest influence with literature. He insisted that all of his grandchildren be literate, including the girls, a task he took on himself with each child from infancy. It was one of the very few advantages she had over most women as well as many men.

By age fourteen, Livanah was married to a promising young man who aspired to join the army and came from a wealthy family which would surely support the newlyweds. He wasn't by any means her first love, but the boy was handsome and polite enough. Living amongst her siblings and their families in the same village, Livanah and her husband, Marcus had acquired their own home and a substantial income. But the children never came. Disappointment led to infidelity and it wasn't long before Marcus had abandoned his infertile wife for someone younger and shapelier. Watching the products of his betrayal spring forth every year or so, running about the village had grown too painful to bear by the third child. The grief of an empty womb and subsequently being undesirable left her too grief stricken to stay. She drowned herself in bathtub.

Five days of grieving and funeral preparations, her siblings had begun to lower her plain wooden coffin into the ground with the sound of panicked screams and banging against the oak was heard over the sobbing and wails. It was a miracle. The girl had come back to life. Plagued by her failed suicide along with her failed marriage, the young woman disappear only a month after her death. The second occurrance came as a surprise while in the arms of a mysterious lover she'd taken to bed within hours of meeting. A man cold to the touch but warm in the deep, brooding eyes which had lured to his bed. Unable to free herself from his restraints as he raped her and prepared to slit her throat, she quietly said her farewell to the world, excepting death in her last breaths. But once again, she awoke just days later.

Time continued to pass and even when Livanah had found love and happiness, it was taken from her as she watched lovers age and die while she remained unchanged. Sure that she was cursed for her first suicide attempt, she grew contempt to the god she once praised. In 1893, Livanah found her purpose or atleast a tolerable way to carry out her eternal punishment of life with the Chicago Midway Plaisance Amusement Company as a sideshow act. She took great pleasure every evening in flaunting her lack of remorse for her first attempted suicide by taking her life every evening in front of a gasping and wincing crowd only to return to life minutes later. Each night is a new method of death gun shot, drowning, hanging, and so on. Each night Livanah dies and returns almost immediately after without a single scratch or any sign of permanent damage to her body, though the blood drenched gowns want to tell a different story than the woman taking a bow on the stage. Why she'd stopped aging at thirty and why she'd been denied entrance to even Purgatory is still something she is unable to explain other than calling it a curse, punishment.