inferno-book-title.PNG

  • A prestigious dance studio in Freiberg, Germany. A luxurious apartment building in New York City. A regal palazzo in Rome, Italy. All three written of in "The Three Mothers", a mysterious and rare tome by Italian architect E. Varelli, describing the specific physical spaces designed to amplify the evil magicks of a trio of witches bent on ushering in the apocalypse.

    Of course this is entirely unknown to Suzy Bannion, the hopeful and fresh-faced American student enrolling at the Freiberg Tanz Akademie in hopes of becoming a celebrated ballet performer. Nor is it known to local student Kreszenz Baumgartner, who quickly forms a strong bond with Suzy as strange sounds in the gloom make for increasingly restless nights. And what about the mysterious student with the stunning gaze that entrances them both into a tangled trio of whirling emotion? Worst of all, what could ever prepare them for the ghastly murders to follow, and the revelation of even more terrible implications spanning the globe? Will their bond be enough to lend them the strength needed to seek out and kill the Three Mothers before the end of days?

    This RP is a sort of "inspired by" reimagining of The Three Mothers trilogy of films by Dario Argento - Suspiria, Inferno, and The Mother of Tears. Released in 1977, 1980, and 2007 respectively, these Italian horror masterpieces are well-regarded for their striking aesthetics, mesmerizing synth soundtracks, heightened reality of ultraviolence, and their non-linear dream logic in lieu of traditional plot structure. Our story will focus on a romantic bond between 3 girls, who discover early in their journey that they each possess the capacity to wield white magic, and how they will struggle with not only the feelings involved in their wildly unconventional relationship, but also how best to deal with the responsibility thrust upon them - defeating a trio of powerful evil witches.

  • view

    Name: Suzy Bannion (played by Cam)
    Age: 21
    Eyes: Hazel
    Hair: Brown
    Strengths: Finds the good in most everyone she meets, makes friends easily, romantic, introspective, agile, organized.
    Weaknesses: Wears her heart on her sleeve, doesn't keep secrets and would be a terrible poker player, does not do well where she would need to be in charge, will more often than not put others before herself.
    Likes: Reading and collecting books, writing letters or making phone calls to friends, running, gardening, dance in all forms, activism.
    Dislikes: Being alone, arguments or prolonged disagreement, cold weather.
    Appearance: Slight of frame and stature, the exceedingly lithe Suzy seems perfectly built for the demanding world of formalized dance. But while she stands out on stage, she is often overlooked elsewhere due to a somewhat girlish plainness, appearing younger and less mature than she is. Her wide brown eyes frequently have an optimistic wonderment to them, framed by her full, wavy brown hair. She dresses modestly, often with ankle-length dresses and blouses or cardigans that cover her arms. While she does not appear overly withdrawn or mousy, her understated, almost classical fashion aligns well with the usual stereotype of a theatre girl.
    Personality: Supportive, nurturing, friendly, sensitive, easygoing, inquisitive, problem-solver. One might accuse her of occasionally having her head in the clouds, but she is focused and well-organized where it matters. Soft-spoken but not shy.
    History: Born and raised in the suburbs of northern New York state, Suzy lived the life of most average American girls, but was drawn most to dance and to the arts. Over time she discovered her passion for ballet, competing with her local dance troupe in various cities on the east coast, and continued to pursue perfection long after many of her peers moved onto other interests. When faced with career decisions, Suzy decided to perfect her ballet studies in the most famous school of dance in Europe. She chose the celebrated academy of Freiburg. One day, at nine in the morning, she left Kennedy airport, New York, and arrived in Germany at 10:40 p.m. local time...

    zenzi-jpeg.207170

    Name: Kreszenz "Zenzi" Baumgartner (played by Baddamobs)
    Age: 21
    Eyes: Honey-brown
    Hair: Light-brown
    Strengths: physically stronger than she looks, makes friends easily, inquisitive, loyal, fierce when driven
    Weaknesses: easily scared, struggles to connect to others beyond casual friendship, slow to forgive, stubborn at times, internalizes doubts
    Likes: Long drives, intricate machinery like clocks, history subjects, naps, vegetable gardening, dancing (as in casually; she'd define ballet as more of a passion or ambition)
    Dislikes: Rainy days, open confrontation, overly sweet food, long stretches of isolation, being over looked
    Appearance: Zenzi frequently favors clothes that might be considered on the more 'masculine' side, including preferring pants and trousers to skirts, though honestly this mostly stems from finding such ensembles being comfortable than any sense of fashion. She has the athletic build one invariable gains from focused dance routines, though she has subtle layer of muscle that might be consider slightly more dense than usual; it's frequently more than a bother than a boon, since her instructors won't hesitate to berate her lack of lithe grace.
    Personality: Bold, outgoing, and greeting each friend she meets along the way with equal enthusiasm, Zenzi moves through life with a kind of passion for living. With an odd duality of spending a great deal of time dragging friends to frivolous trips to town and spending hours at once practicing and training for ballet to exclusion of all else, Zenzi is at least someone who always gives her all in whatever she puts her mind to. While she has more friends and acquaintances than she can count, she struggles with making herself truly vulnerable and open to even people she's known for years, perhaps as a result of an friendship which soured in her early youth.
    History: Born and raised in Freiburg im Breisgau, Zenzi reaped all the benefits a baker's daughter could in her formative years, with one of the more prominent ones being the large flock of potential playmates that hovered around her family's bakery, playmates that made passionate declarations of friendship and comradely for whatever treats Zenzi could sneak out of her parent's shop.

    Zenzi herself, however, wandered somewhat aimlessly from one interest to another as a child. Nothing seemed to hold her attention for long, and she likewise felt restless near constantly, making her question if she would ever find the supposed special talent or interest all of her childhood friends seemed to boast about.

    A answer would arrive in the form of several tall and elegant girls, who glided into her family's bakery one day when Zenzi's age had only just entered into double digits. Zenzi was immediately captivated by these older girls, who seemed to move with a kind of grace and poise that made even sitting at a small bakery's table seem oddly exquisite. Asking them bold-faced who they were, Zenzi was told they were students of the 'Helena Markos Tanz Akademie,' making them dance students.

    Zenzi decided then and there that she had found something that was truly worth dedicating her efforts towards. She would become like these graceful, beautiful students, and enrol in the academy. The following years of preparation was spent spending every penny of her allowance on books and music, trips to watch ballet performances, and anything else she could think to boost her chances.

    Her entry to the academy was, many years later, bought through a mixture of sheer effort and sheer stubbornness; the dance school was used to receiving a myriad of applications from the whole world over, but was perhaps ill-prepared for one stubborn eighteen year old girl to make the hike through the Black Forest on foot every weekend for almost two years straight. Every time, from the first instance to the last, Zenzi would come knocking at the prestigious school's doors, and with a practiced politeness asked to speak to a teacher, whom she would make her same plea to.

    Perhaps perplexed where Zenzi was even finding the time to practice ballet with how many hours she spent trekking through woodland, the academy's tutors finally relented and gave Zenzi a single chance to prove she deserved a spot amongst the students. Zenzi danced her heart out in that trial, but her acceptance into Helena Markos Tanz Akademie came with the warning she only passed by the absolute skin of her teeth. Zenzi didn't mind the dire warning; as far as she was concerned, she had finally take the fateful first step on her ultimate goal, and was truly glad for it. She was so glad that she could almost ignore how the corridors stretched in strange and disquieting ways, and how the howl of the wind sounded ghostly and unnatural as it cut through the shuddering trees of the forest that now surrounded her…
    Notes: Zenzi's family is actually still in Freiburg, and she goes to visit over the weekends quite frequently, but Zenzi insists on boarding at the school; in her stubborn head, she thinks if she had to work so hard to get into the darn place, she wants spend as much time there as possible.Her still living relatives consist of her mother, a younger sister, and her frequently glowering uncle.

    view

    Name: Anya Roimata (played by Cam)
    Age: 22
    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Dark Blonde
    Strengths: Can talk her way into or out of just about any situation, smart to the point of deviousness, effortless fashion sense, brave, can put up a decent fight.
    Weaknesses: Doesn't take well to criticism, doesn't express her inner self very well, prone to mood swings and overindulgence in vices.
    Likes: Fashion and jewelry, art collecting, interior design, swimming, most animals and insects, social gatherings, city life, wine.
    Dislikes: Laziness or inaction. Not particularly fond of children.
    Personality: Cold, impatient, and standoffish to most, but playful, flirty, domineering, and blunt with close acquaintances. She holds herself with a confident grace, and some might wish to dismiss her as an unlikable ice queen. But beneath an aloof exterior, she is capable of forming loyal bonds to those she deems worthy, probing to the very heart of who they are.
    History: A second year student, Anya does not speak much of her family, although they are presumed to be quite well-off, her mother growing up among the wealthy elite in Rome, and her father from old money in New Zealand and apparently of some renown. What she does speak of, however, are the many opportunities and successes she has experienced over the years, with her exotic allure attracting many would-be suitors, only for her to turn them away. She dabbled in modeling, sculpture, photography, violin, opera, and many other academic pursuits before settling on ballet. In her wake was left many broken hearts, and more than once did she find herself stalked by jilted ex-lovers. Some wonder if that's the real reason she came to the remote dance academy, though they wouldn't dream of saying it aloud to her face.

  • suspiria1-5.pngMiss Tanner: Lead dance instructor at the dance academy. Brutish, strict, and overbearing. Dresses in masculine suits and carries a cane, which she more often uses for corrective action as opposed to assistance with mobility.

    suspiria12.jpgMadame Blanc: Deputy headmistress, or principal. She is liked by most of the students, despite not being directly involved with their day-to-day teaching. Cordial and classy, with a distinct mole on her left cheek.

    68527150_10156149978296851_1203222520900091904_o.jpgOlga: "The popular girl". Senior student. Tall, with jet black hair. Sassy, overdresses for nearly every occasion, butts heads with Anya especially. Rents a room in the city rather than boarding at the school.

    Suspiria-8.jpg
    Sara: A likeable girl with curly red hair. Second year student, arrives early. Will prove to be a friend and ally to our trio.

    suspiria6.jpgMark: A third year student, and one of the few male students at the academy. Awkward but handsome, he is popular with the girls. Rumors abound that he isn't particularly wealthy, and does errands for Miss Tanner as partial payment.

    Suspiria-129.jpgDaniel: School pianist, for keeping time during instruction. He is blind, with a German Shepherd as a seeing eye dog.

    Suspiria-124.jpgAlbert, and Albert's mother: Servants and housekeepers to the school. Something about their presence seems odd, and many of the girls describe their presence as "creepy". Not much else is said about them, and they seem to keep to themselves and out of sight.

    suspiria11.jpg
    Professor Verdegast: School doctor, with a thick German accent. Balding with a combover, wears glasses.

    Pat Hingle: A senior student, murdered in the lobby of an apartment in town, the night before school starts for the year. She was close friends with Mark and Sara, and suspected something amiss at the school.

  • Coming Soon!

  • Coming Soon!

  • "The Three Mothers": Six copies are known to exist of this tome, and is the most comprehensive resource for information regarding the trio of witches known as Mater Suspiriorum, Mater Tenebrarum, and Mater Lachrymarum. It is told that in the dawn of the 11th Century, on the shores of the Black Sea, they entered a pact that would transform them to the most powerful witches in known history. For generations, they spread death and despair in their wake while amassing considerable wealth and power. They eventually took on new identities in order to keep working in secret as the world became more modern.

    E. Varelli: Without realizing the awful scope of their plan, he was contracted by three women to design and construct separate estates for each, with "sacred geometry" woven into the architecture to amplify magical energy. Only after completing the project did he learn that these women were witches who intend to bring about the end of the world. Keeping his first name concealed, Varelli broke the alchemist's vow of secrecy - Silentium - to write a book detailing the existence of the Three Mothers and their current whereabouts.

    Alchemists: A shadow cabal of men who practice a distinct form of magic using potions, transmutation, metallurgy, "divine architecture", and other physical objects to change the very makeup of elemental reality. To the layman, they may seem like a direct inverse to witches, and indeed consider witches to be their rivals. However, they more typically operate independently to protect their secrets, and might have their own motivations within the organization (an alchemist attacked one of the protagonists of Inferno when she tried to retrieve a copy of "The Three Mothers", but Varelli himself expressed regret in his writings for his role in endangering the world).

    Mater Suspiriorum (the Mother of Sighs): The oldest and wisest of the trio, also known as The Black Queen. Her home is in Freiburg, Germany.

    Mater Tenebrarum (the Mother of Darkness): The youngest and most cruel of the trio. Her home is in New York City.

    Mater Lachrymarum (the Mother of Tears): The most beautiful and powerful of the trio. Her home is in Rome, Italy.

 
Last edited:
Zenzi raised a hand in greeting as she crossed the room, feeling a small amount of relief at seeing Sara and Mark. Perhaps the sensation arose just because the sight of the two other students offered something like normalcy; easier to push the disquiet thoughts that the spectacle back in the dance hall had brought to her while she was in this more mundane setting. Perhaps she was just eager for distracting conversation. Regardless, Zenzi soon stepped across the open floor, nodding as she stopped before the senior students.

"And I already consider it good fortune, rather than ending up in a class with less sympathetic company." Zenzi let out a slight huff of a laugh, thinking briefly of Olga. What little humour she had deserted her at Sara's second question, one she took a few seconds to consider how to answer.

"Madam Blanc just wanted a...quick word with her, as I left. I don't know which class she'll be assigned."

Assuming she's still allowed to stay at the academy, Zenzi thought, feeling a bleak pit open in her stomach. Her worry must have shown on her face, because Mark suddenly stepped forward, saying,

"Well, whatever class she ends up in, you'll be able to catch up; big as this place this, you'll have to run into each other eventually."

It took Zenzi a moment or two to realise this was an effort to cheer her up. Chuckling a little at the slightly heavy-handed attempt, Zenzi made the effort to relax the tension in her shoulders and looked about the room.

"So, what can I expect from the class of the infamous 'Yellow Room?'"
 
"Infamous," Sara questioned. "You haven't seen anything yet."

She meant it playfully, but perhaps came across just as heavily as Mark's sentiment. Sara had become accustomed to the odd surroundings by now, but remembered her first days here all the same. Orientation at the academy was simply lipservice to a ritual long forgotten. It was more like sink or swim, and one could easily drown in the vibrant patterns, and the seemingly chaotic arrangement of rooms and hallways.

"But you're with the cool kids now so don't worry," she added. "Unless you'd rather hang out with your new pal Olga instead."

A door at the rear of the room - previously unseen due to being flush with the wall and showing no discernible handle - came open and revealed Daniel. As he tapped his way along towards the piano bench, the door automatically drew closed behind him. Evidently some type of access hall joined the rooms out of sight, implying an even greater network of unseen passageways behind the walls, with entrances and exits that could hardly be discovered if one didn't already know where to look.

A moment later, it came open a second time, and Miss Tanner emerged.

"And now for some exercises," she barked without so much as a hello. "Daniel? You may begin!"

The melody from the piano seemed simplistic at first, a pleasant enough waltz along individually plucked notes, like something recalled from a grade school recital. But as it continued, there was a strangeness beneath the familiarity. A regional variation of a classic piece, perhaps? Or even an original composition? Its rhythm was sweet, and yet possessed the warped sort of joviality one might associate with a carnival or ancient silent film.


Down the hall, Suzy made her way to rejoin Kreszenz. It was the one clear thought in her swirling mind. She braced a hand against the wall as she moved forward, fighting against a pounding behind her eyes that felt ready to split her skull open. Just a few steps more, and certainly she would find the entryway to the Yellow Room, her hand slipping over the edge of the doorframe and mercilessly into the opening where some semblance of fresh air and normalcy could be felt. But the walls seemed to continue forever and draw nearer, emphasizing her crushing migraine.

A doorway did eventually appear to her right, but not to the room she sought. Instead it appeared to open into some manner of laundry room, laid with tile, untold ages of filth etched in the grout. As she passed, she suddenly caught the gaze of a large woman in a loose navy dress and black buckled shoes, sitting rigidly in a wooden chair. In her hands, she appeared to be polishing silverware, moving a cloth back and forth across a shimmering object pinched between her swollen fingers. Directly to the woman's side stood a blonde child in a gray schoolboy's uniform long out of fashion.

Neither figure moved except for the continued polishing of the silverware. Suzy lurched on, still fighting to remember the previous twenty minutes, and hoping not to draw attention to herself. Surely she looked ragged, with her hair clinging damply to her forehead and neck, but she just wanted to reach Zenzi.

Feeling self-conscious, she looked again to the pair, and saw that the object in the woman's hands wasn't silverware at all. It was a tall shard of mirror glass, reflecting a blinding glare as it rocked back and forth. Each time it shone in her eyes, it felt brighter until the piercing sensation of it almost came as a terrible, stabbing sound in the center of her brain. She was panicked now, limping onward away from the ghastly reflection, but not before it flashed one last time and threatened to obliterate her vision, leaving only sound and screams, and she swore she heard a rasping voice shouting "witch!" from within the cacophony.

And then suddenly she was in the Yellow Room.
 
Last edited:
  • Spicy
Reactions: Baddamobs
"…Unless you'd rather hang out with your new pal Olga instead."

"No risk of that, I can assure you." Zenzi chuckled, a sound that snapped into a kind of panicked hiss as part of the wall seemed to all at once fold open, revealing itself to be a one-way door. Daniel stepped through the newly opened entrance to the room, cane tapping against the floor as he made his way into the room with a sure step, Zenzi only capable of blinking in shock.

Zenzi, watching as the door slid almost ghost-silent shut behind the blind pianist, felt the initial confusion she had felt as she stepped into the building's lobby resurface. She tried to draw a mental map of the distance between this room and the room she had just seen Daniel in, coming up blank on exactly what kind of distance rested between the two. What kind of rabbit warren of secret passages must wind through the inner belly of the academy to allow such traversal? Though, perhaps such passages would perhaps explain the teachers' ability to creep into every room without notice…

As if the thought had summoned her, the door creaked open once again to permit Miss Tanner into the room. Judging by the brusque tone she used to order the room into exercises, whatever foul mood she had entered after Suzy's performance was still settled over her.

Zenzi, perhaps a little foolishly, craned her neck around to try and catch sight of whatever lay behind the door, but as before it simply drifted shut seemingly of its own power. The soft sound of the door softly closing back into place was swallowed up by the sudden flurry of motion from the students around Zenzi, as all hurried to either get into proper positions or at least hurry to appear to be. Despite that, Zenzi thought it closed with oddly resolute thud, though that might have simply been because she had been hoping that Suzy would be the next figure to appear from the other side.

Shaking her head, Zenzi tried to focus: just because Suzy wasn't appearing from out of secret doorways like a princess from some kind of fairy tail didn't necessarily mean her performance had resulted in some kind of immediate expulsion. More likely was the simple idea that she had been assigned to a different class, and was likely in a different room. Zenzi shouldn't get so needy: wasn't she rooming with the girl to start with? They would inevitably see each other again at some point. Despite that thought, Zenzi found it a little hard to concentrate as she fell into step with the other students, her body thankfully familiar enough with the motions to cover for her far-away thoughts.

With her thoughts so preoccupied Zenzi wasn't even sure how much time had passed when, during a mindless scan of the space, she caught sight of Suzy slipping into the room. Zenzi was half-way to a smile and wave, relived against all odds that they would indeed be sharing the same class, when she actually took in Suzy's state. Namely how dire it looked.

The girl's skin looked pale, even half-way across the room, and her legs shook as if they could no longer securely support the rest of her body. Despite the room's dim lighting it was fairly clear the girl was covered in a flush of sweat, and she looked almost as shocked to be in the room as Zenzi was to see her.

Something in Zenzi's chest lurched horribly. Like a stone had just been dropped from her chest into her stomach.

Not noticing if anyone else had seen her – and in truth not exactly caring – Zenzi break from her form and hurried across the space (bowling at least one unfortunate student to the side in her rush). Just barely slowing herself before impacting against the very girl she was so worried about, Zenzi reached out and tried to steady Suzy, eyes wide and panickily darting in their sockets.

"Suzy! A-are you alright?"