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The roleplay will be based on the four top female assassins who were adopted by the devil when they were very young,so much so that they treat him as their true father.The Devil is the one who trained them,punished them,gave them the weapons they majored in and provided them with their missions.He is always the one who covered up for them if they left any traces.This time,however,it will be different.The girls are sent on a mission that might change their life forever.They are sent to assassinate four different men.However,they soon realise that each girl is in love with the one they were assigned to kill.With only the support of each other,will the sisters choose their love over their father or their father over the love of their lives?

Rules
I'll make it short and sweet.
-Keep romance PG 13
-No Godmodding
-The usual rules(RPG's rules)
-I MIGHT have someone play the Devil but I haven't made a decision yet.

Spaces available/taken
The Devil: Dreadwolf

Oldest Sister:Girlwt [Lara]
Second Sister:NightLady [Victoria ]
Youngest Sister: !CuppyCakes! [Zara]

Guy 1:Kail DeWraith [Jarom]
Guy 2:Cynoc [Cynoc]
Guy 3:Guire [Guire]

Pairings
Lara-Jarom
Victoria-Cynoc
Zara-Guire

Setting
Time frame: Modern Era
Place/Setting: Country setting,a small town in Japan.

The OOC:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/the-devil-daughters-t16541.html

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Victoria lay in her bed,reading a magazine.It was around 11pm but she wasn't tired yet.She could not sleep as she was far too excited.Her father,the Devil himself,must have had another mission for her and her sisters because he had asked his slaves to send them a message stating that he wanted to meet them all tomorrow morning at 8 am whilst having breakfast.She wondered what he had in stall for them.Soon,she finished reading the magazine and put it aside.She then drew her katana and stared at the blade,thinking of her past missions and how great the feeling was when they assassinated those people.Who were the lucky people this time? She wondered,smirking a little.

Allia sat in her room with her I-pod.she had Avenged Sevenfold on.she couldn't wait for tomarrow."well,it died.'she said whenher music stopped. she sat in her room talking to herself.she laid down on her comfy bed."I wonder who is our kill now..."

ooc- btw,this is her room(in anime type)- http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Ar ... n_Full.jpg

Guire woke up to the smell of the fresh morning air; he looked at the clock, "its 6am, I have school in 2 hours," he said with a smirk on his face.He got up wondering what the day had in store for him as he headed for the backyard. There he had a kickboxing bag and a wooden training dummy set where he began his morning work outs. After about an hour and 15 minutes of doing his morning work outs, he took a shower then got dressed and headed for school.

Cynoc was out for his morning jog in his jogging suit. He was tuning out the world around him with the headphones in his ears, though he did still keep an eye on his surroundings. He yawned lazily and covered it with a hand as he turned the corner at a bread store. Today was gonna be boring. He brightened halfway down the road though, as he waved and slid in a smile at the girl at the flower shop. She smiled warmly and waved back. His smile widened a bit, but slipped away as he went past the shop and onto the next road. He sighed, today was gonna be boring.

Three lit torches on each wall not only dimly lit the room, but made it quite hot. The room was coated with a blood red color, as the floor was made with onyx. A large bed sat against one of the walls, carrying a silk red comforter and a few pillows. The four bedposts were, too, made out of onyx. A dagger flung to the wall where a large hole was. Who threw it? It was the petite figure sitting on the edge of the bed. She pushed herself off of it, walking over to the dagger, her long, thin, red hair hanging from her head. Her eyes held a look of pure evil and hate for everything, besides that of her father which was the devil, and her sisters. She grabbed the knife and returned to the bed, throwing it in the exact place it was, that is how the large hole was made. Pandora pushed herself off the bed again, but did not head for the knife this time. She stopped in font of a small table, on top of it was a glass cage. Pandora peered into it, sitting there was a black mamba. It was looking back at her, not as her prey but as her owner. Not like how snakes would normally look back at most. She reached down below the table and grabbed a small mouse. Her eyes becoming present once again with malice as she carelessly threw the rodent into the box. Almost immediately, the snake began to attack it. Pandora made her way back to her bed, waiting for tomorrow to see her father.

Victoria lay in bed for a short while before she finally fell asleep,thinking of what would happen tomorrow.

Ring!!!Victoria's alarm clock rang.It was 7 in the morning and she had only slept for six hours.She yawned and walked slowly into the toilet.She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth before changing into a pair of black shorts and white tank top.In her room,she put on her leather boots and leather jacket and then went downstairs.

"My dear daughters, please meet me in the training room, I have a favour to ask of you!" The Devil shouted his voice echoing through the empty halls. A few days of training had done him good, his body felt stronger and more powerful than before, he glided with ease across the great hall to the training room. (http://www.thealanwinneracademy.com/html/training%20room.jpg <--- training room) Once in the room he set up six training dummys to test each of their skills, they must hit each in the pressure points on the human body.

Pandora snapped her head to the door, hearing her father's voice, telling them where to meet. She hadn't slept all night, in fact, she trained herself to be able to go a few days without sleep. Pandora walked over to the wall where the knife was and grabbed it, slipping it onto her belt where all her other knives were. She made her way out the room and down the long and many hallways. She ended up in the training room where she has been many, many other times. Pandora saw the dummies that were set up as she turned to her father while thinking, "This is going to be a piece of cake." Pandora asked, "Why can't we train on real people, Father?" As she gave out a small, wicked laugh.

Upon walking to school, Guire noticed the time was 7:50 a.m. Knowing at the rate he was walking he would be late to school he started to run. While running he saw his only friend Cynoc jogging. After a moments thought he decided he would sneak attack him. Guire noticed Cynoc had his head down as if he was sad or depressed and decided this is the moment he would strike. He quickly ran and jumped into the air "HEEEEE-YAAAAAH" he yelled as he unleashed a thundering kick towards Cynoc's head.

Victoria was about to head to the dining room when she heard her father call out to them.She then went to the training room to meet him and found that her sister,Pandora was already there."Morning,everyone." She said,her smile turning into a frown when she saw the dummies.She groaned and said,"Oh no,Father,are we training with dummies again?We need some proper practice,dummies don't move,it's a piece of cake like Pandora said."

Cynoc was still jogging along, turning around a corner where he would mostly be in the home stretch. As he had figured, the morning jog had been uneventful, but he was still feeling good. He didn't know what it was, but since he had woken up this morning he felt like something exciting was coming. That feeling was still with him, and it was starting to make his curiosity itch. He was wondering what it could be. Then another sensation started to creep up on him quickly, this one familiar. It was coming from his right. He managed to look sideways for a second to see a figure flying at him through the air, with a foot that would soon be connecting with his face. Cynoc hit the brakes as he skidded to an abrupt stop, his head falling into a duck and his forearm coming up to deflect away the kick successfully, carrying it's user over him as well to land behind him. Cynoc swung around to face them and jumped a step back, only to drop his stance a second later and stand up straight, a smile on his face.

"Guire, yo!" he said, walking up to his best friend and hitting forearms with him. He clapped him enthusiastically on the shoulder. "Your starting to get a little closer I think. One of these days you might actually get me ya know. Off to school with ya now, I gotta go finish my jog." Cynoc said, already starting to jog backwards away from him. He called out to Guire, "Don't forget to come to my fight after school, I expect you to come cheer for me!" then he turned around and continued on. One feeling down, one to go. But just what was this other one gonna lead him to?

"Where is your sister?" The Devil asked "isn't she supposed to be here?" he asked his voice seeming to go deeper "never mind i will ask you to come with me" he said as he moved out of the training room and into the great hall, he sat at the head of the table waving a hand across the table revealing breakfast.

Lara hadnt been home for three days, doubting that her father noticed her absence unless there was something important to discuss. Her sisters would have chulked it up to her being in her monthly mood. Yet that wasnt it at all, she just simply needed the space. This was unusally for her, her sisters were always everything that she needed.

She heard her father's voice as she walked back through the door. Damn, he probably is going to get mad at me for being late, the thought entered her head as she tossed her car keys and bag on the floor. She looked tired and simply uninterested in her surroundings as she walked down the hallway to the training room.

She heard two of her sisters making comments about wanting to kill real people instead of practice dummies which was a completely dumb request. Had they not made their repuation already by killing people,was father going through one of his...she didnt finish the thought, probably because she would be in enough trouble as it was. She waited around the corner before joining the others in the dining room "Sorry I am late," she didnt sound sorry, but who cared. Her outfit consisted of a red miniskirt and black tank top. She took the leather jacket that she had on off and hung it on the back of the chair. However she didnt sit down, waiting patiently for her father to take his seat first.

She kept the comments to herself, pondering earlier words spoken by her siblings. One day...the bloodlust will catch up, and then nothing matters anymore.

girlwt wrote:Lara hadn't been home for three days, doubting that her father noticed her absence unless there was something important to discuss. Her sisters would have chulked it up to her being in her monthly mood. Yet that wasn't it at all, she just simply needed the space. This was unusually for her, her sisters were always everything that she needed.

She heard her father's voice as she walked back through the door. Damn, he probably is going to get mad at me for being late, the thought entered her head as she tossed her car keys and bag on the floor. She looked tired and simply uninterested in her surroundings as she walked down the hallway to the training room.

She heard two of her sisters making comments about wanting to kill real people instead of practice dummies which was a completely dumb request. Had they not made their reputation already by killing people,was father going through one of his...she didn't finish the thought, probably because she would be in enough trouble as it was. She waited around the corner before joining the others in the dining room "Sorry I am late," she didn't sound sorry, but who cared. Her outfit consisted of a red miniskirt and black tank top. She took the leather jacket that she had on off and hung it on the back of the chair. However she didn't sit down, waiting patiently for her father to take his seat first.

She kept the comments to herself, pondering earlier words spoken by her siblings. One day...the blood lust will catch up, and then nothing matters anymore.

"Lara where have you been?" The Devil asked his foster daughter "I know you have your own home but you can at least visit us sometimes" he sat down and began to eat if blood is your problem Lara then why did you accept me as your father? he said to her through his mind "now ladies please be seated."

Pandora sat in a chair and looked up at Lara. She loved her as a sister, but she just hated how Lara needed to grow more of a back bone, she is the daughter of the devil. Lara should be over this by now. She pushed those thoughts out of her head and stood back up adding into the conversation, "Welcome home Lara. Must we start problems like this right before breakfast?" She asked as she tiled her head to her father. "How about this conversation takes place later?"

"I'll be there. 3:30 p.m." Guire said as Cynoc jogged off. Wish he wouldn't treat me like a kid. I am older than him by one year. He thought to himself. "GAH!, I'm gonna be late to school now." he said to himself out loud as he quickly ran to school.He made it with 2 minutes to spare. "Barely made it" he said as he gasped for air. "Now for some breakfast," he said entering the lunch line, as he grabbed 2 sausage bagels and then headed off to class.

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RIIIING!!!! as the bell rung to let school out. "Man school sucks! why do we even need to go to school?" Guire questions himself out loud as he walks down the steps of his school. "Ok now on to Cynoc's fight, he's defending his Title as street king today." he mumbled to himself. Now where did he tell me his fight was today? he thought to himself. "AAAAAAH he didn't tell me, that stupid idiot. So focused with his training, he forgot to tell me. BASTARD!!!" he yelled out loud as his classmates around him laughed at his sudden outburst.

She glared first at her father and then at her sister, both of them knew that being who she was never the problem. The issue had never been about herself, at times she scared herself with the fact that she did enjoy the kill, especially if she could use her own two hands. "I am sorry," she voiced again this time with a little feeling being it. Pandora was right, there was any use to getting in an argument about it. "You were saying something about a favor," she returned back to usual self and sat down.

Forgive me for my lack of loyalty, you know that I am yours, her thought went back to her father as she stared at her plate, not very hungry. She was being cautious though closing off the rest of her thoughts to everyone around.

(She still lives there, I was just saying that she had not been home for three days)

Victoria was glad when she saw that Lara had come home finally."Heya,Lara."She said as their father began to take his seat.She sat down and tucked into the hearty breakfast only after their father said they may do so.She could sense the coldness between her other sisters in the air but decided to ignore it.She did not want to be dragged into it.It would be something she dreaded most.

Allia Stepped down the stairs and went right to father.she was in a fairly grumpy mood so she greeted him by a hmph.she slipped into her seat."I want to start.I want to start killing people daddy!"complained Allia.

( Sorry everyone, I was off in my own little land for a little while)

Jarom stood on the outside of his Maserati Gran Turismo S, the black sports was his prized possession. In front of Jarom was an industrial park, behind him was a warehouse that was empty save for a large panel truck that was full of "product".

Jarom's calloused hand brushed a small speck of lint on the shoulder of his light gray Versace suit. He checked the time on his expensive watch, they were late, he quickly taxed ten percent on to the orginal price for the product.

"There they are," Jarom spoke to no one, he often did his dealing by himself, it was hard to trust criminals. They had no honor. Jarom checked the pistol on his waistband, he knew it was loaded but it was reassuring to touch the weapon.

A dark full sized truck pulled up to Jarom, he took off his designer sunglasses, and looked at his watch again.

"10 minutes late, that will cost you." Jarom's tone was complete business. The back door opened from the truck, two men climbed out. With skilled eyes Jarom saw that each man was packing two pistols, shoulder holsters each and one above their crotch. One carried a suit case for Jarom. Nodding, he didn't count, opening his Maseratti with a key code, grabbed the keys to the warehouse and the truck, tossing them to the man that gave him the money.

Jarom slipped into the soft leather interior of his European car. The engine roared to life than pulled away from the location.

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It had been a long day, Jarom's house was big. Money from his business, imports and exports. The house was guarded by a large wall, 14 feet high made of brick and white plaster. The front gate opened as Jarom hit the button. He looked at his walls, he had done his own security work for the wall, there was large shards of glass on top along with a single strand of razor wire running along the top wall, it wasn't looped, just stretched out.

The garage opened, the Maseratti pulled in and parked next to 5 other expensive cars. Jarom did love his toys. Walking into the house, the security system was deactivated by Jarom pressing his thumb against a finger recognition system.

Jarom set the briefcase on the kitchen counter, opening it. Green bills, all of the 50's and 100's. Chuckling softly, Jarom took that and placed it in his safe that was hidden in his office.

He quickly undressed, laid down on his bed, turning the TV on. The news was on, apparently 4 men were gunned down at a warehouse in the city. Jarom shrugged slightly, they should have had better security.