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Name: August, Flabs, Avanth, or Bhagavan.
Pronouns: He/Him
Are you okay with swearing? Yes!
What are some things you will not roleplay/talk about? I truly do not have any triggers, and if you have any, I am always respective of them!
Small roleplay example:

The vibes.... Lucifer’s nostrils widened whenever he inhaled a sharp, cold breath. They were off, definitely. Perhaps this was only because the man was prone to always nitpicking every situation he found himself in. Perhaps, maybe, it was because of the gnawing paranoia that clung to every mushy part of his brain, with every single moment of the day. No, he did not think so—at least not in this very moment. Liquid silver irises maximized by the smallest flecks of gold swelled with a balmy feel, iron hard gaze flicking out from the car window and up the stone path leading to the brick steps of the Estate he and acquaintances had been invited to... party? at.

”Well,” Tone flooded the silence sinking in the car, ”at least appearances aren’t horrid. Cyrene.” He blew a heavy, guarded sigh as his neck rolled to plant his gaze onto the mystery woman accompanying him. She was no mystery to him but to any other onlooker, they might very well question who she was.
”I don’t know if I like this very much. But it wouldn’t be the first time we have escaped any trickery before. I guess we should head in.” He stated, and then delicately popped open the door of the white limousine they had arrived within.
With ease, he slid off of the leather seat and stood outside of the sleek vehicle to await his friend, holding out a boney hand to offer her help out due to the attire she was within. Just common courtesy.
Lucifer and Cyrene were often rude, even hostile with one another... it was simply how their relationship worked. But they both knew how much appearances mattered, and bickering during a party? Taboo. He swallowed harshly and listened to the saliva travel down the back of his throat, eyes gawking over the perfectly groomed lawn and the clean exterior of the home. Bodies littered the lawn, not dead ones but breathing ones, discussing and such with drinks in hand.
Then his eyes traveled upwards the steps, and noted the guard—bouncer?—stopping whoever tried to enter through the front door and most likely check their identity.

He huffed through parted lips and reached upwards towards his hair, bleak of color, and swiped it backwards and out of his face. Fingers sliding it back into place, they approached the entrance quietly; his arm tucked within hers, and fingers dancing over his abdomen in silent taps. Something to keep him calm. Over the years, his once explosive anger he had managed to swallow and tame. More cool, calm, collected he was. A vein twitched at his jawline whenever his molars clenched down together, and they stopped before the Guard. He looked up at the two of them, gaze as cold as steel, and requested their names roughly.
”Lucifer Xalmen.” He answered.
After Cyrene had been cleared, they entered through the dual front doors.

Inside was clogged with many a body. Already, Lucifer was irritated. ”Fuck this.... I need a drink.” He muttered to Cyrene, and departed immediately from her side, swift legs bringing him upon the table where the multiple liquids were housed. He paid zero mind to any others at the table, and with a muttered ’Excuse me.’ had found his way to the front. Pouring whatever this shit was into a glass, raised it to his lips and swallowed his first gulp eagerly.

I can post this much, more, or less. This is the first thing I grabbed <3

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Name: Mo or Cookie :)
Pronouns: She/Her
Are you okay with swearing? For sure!
What are some things you will not roleplay/talk about? I'm not bothered by other's choices, therefore I respect them. So to answer your question, no.
Here's a snippet from a werewolf pack RP:

Nearly 7 hours later, the doctor appeared in the room, clipboard in hand. “Sienna Hamilton?” he announced, bringing his glasses to his nose. Everyone rose to their feet. The doctor glanced over at William. “Immediate family only,” he added. The three males stood from their positions and followed the doctor to Sienna’s closed door. William inhaled deeply, his eyes fixated on the silver knob. Her name was written in block letters on the small whiteboard hung on the adjacent wall. This caused him to frown - his daughter was seriously injured. The doctor pushed open the door, allowing the four men to pour into the room. Sienna lie on the bed, a breathing mask positioned over her cracked, pale lips. Her chest was rising at an even pace. William was at her side instantly, taking her small hand into both of his and kissing it lightly. Her head was bandaged with white strips of gauze and medical tape to keep the wound tight and clean.

The doctor cleared his throat after allowing the three to examine her. “She hit her head fairly, fairly hard. Her gash is not infected, but there’s an easy possibility that it will be eventually, if not treated properly. Due to the damage of the hit, her skull is only slightly cracked. She has a small amount of bleeding in her brain. This bleeding can amount to some dying of the brain cells, severe headaches, nausea, vomiting, loss of balance, and even loss of speech. Due to the little amount she has developed, only the first four are possible symptoms. This bleeding will not require any type of surgery, but a dose of painkillers and diuretics will cause the injury to fade over time. The bleeding has stopped; it was only caused by the immediate contact with the object she hit. At the stage she is in right now, a week, maybe two, will get her back on her feet, but do not expect her to be a part of any over-the-top activities. She will need rest and lots of fluids. This also goes for the select number of weeks she will be spending here. I suggest only coming three times a week to not overwhelm her. She will be experiencing lots of pain, but with those painkillers, she’ll be sleeping the majority of her time."

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name: Akara (I go by my main oc's name)
pronouns: she/her
are you ok with swearing? yup
what are some things you will not roleplay/talk about? (essentially triggers, if any.) Uhm I can't think of any off the top of my head.
small roleplay example:

A soft, silent breeze swept through the city. A woman laid on top of a building, her eye against the scope of her gun. Her dark hair gently brushed against her face, getting caught in the wind. She took a soft breath, focusing on her target. She watched him move along the streets, covered by the darkness of the night. Right as she put her finger on the trigger, a gleaming purple eye made contact with hers. She gasped, sitting up sharply. When she looked at where the man had been, there was just cold pavement taunting her. She began to panic, her heart racing in her chest. She had to get her eyes on the target... or she wouldn't live to see another day.

By the time she saw the purple eye again, there was a cold metal claw against her throat.
"Shh..." He hissed in her ear," Screaming is futile...~ I'll eat you up....~"
His purr jarred her, her eyes widening.
"Seker Phoa..." She muttered under her breath, "You underestimate an assassin..."
She slammed a hidden knife into his thigh, ducking as he stumbled backwards.
"U-gh!" He groaned and grabbed his leg, anger flaring in his eyes,"How dare you!" He lunged forwards, his claws reaching out to her.

Sorry that it isn't super long! I do much better with a solid prompt!

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