Appearance: A huge bodybuilder beach boy type in long hair and cowboy fashions, weighs about 400 pounds, with a square jaw, and usually covered in blood, with a lean, but strong build who's a little taller than normal with a somewhat thick build. His skin is tan and he's in perpetual need of a close shave. Bo is a man in his eighties, although he appears younger than his age. He has long black hair and crazy blue eyes. He has a narrow, somewhat feminine face, and always ties his hair back into a ponytail. He dresses casual, wearing a black shirt and trousers, with a man's cheong san over it. In the back of this over-tunic is the words "KILL YOU." Over this, he wears a standard western styled long yellow duster, cowboy hat and fingerless gloves to emphasize his "gunslinger" look, and tan, knee-high boots complete the outfit.

Bo's cute at the least. Deep, sapphire eyes, sometimes pouty lips, and a general demeanor of innocence and charm about him when he's in a good mood, add to a child-like impression. However, this guy's got a bite to him. When he's mad, you know it; those once-gentle eyes turning into a hard, glinting stare of unmistakable fury. Below his neck, Bo's all machine, his slender, tall body a steel-blue cyborg. There's very little to his frame, aside from his human flesh torso and humanoid shape, to make it appear human at all; exhaust ports running up and down his lower arms giving evidence to his body's purpose. Alternatively, Bo dresses in black hakama and a patterned kimono with what looks like a radish (or daikon) mon. He tends to carry his katana over one shoulder, holding it by a strap. As a cyborg, Bo has mechanical eyes and mechanical hands. He also had a blade built into one arm and an energy cannon built into the other.

Smarts: Street-smart to be sure, his life as a bounty hunter in Rhy'Din City giving him very little excuse not to be, he's also fairly intelligent in other areas. An avid reader, he specializes in Russian literature and philosophy, and has shown rather esoteric knowledge in these areas before.

Fighting Skills: Bo Bafett is an experienced mercenary and expert of both hand to hand combat and small arms fire. Bo relies first and foremost on his rifle, with which he is an excellent shot. He can concentrate his energy into the rifle, making it capable of firing a number of special ammunition loads. Bo is a strong, powerful fighter. He is very skilled in hand-to-hand fighting, and can kill a man with one finger (or even his foot). Panzerkunst (a.k.a. Armored Arts) is supposed to be the most powerful of the fighting arts developed for humanoid cyborgs. With his cyborg body, ridiculous speed, and particular style of martial arts, Bo's quite simply one of the best fighters you're likely to ever run into. There's very few that can beat him, and he usually always learns from his mistakes, and finds holes in their defenses. If you manage to win his love, in showing his devotion for you he'd think nothing of being the perfect bodyguard.

Bo usually charges in and starts killing people. He'll sometimes kill people in surprising and colorful ways, both for entertainment and as a boost to his intimidation attacks. By combining acting, oratory, and extremely violent actions, Bo is able to terrify large crowds of minions. He's also surprisingly good at making friends and charming women (and gay men). When enraged, he becomes an almost unstoppable killing machine. Bo is not invincible. He is occasionally rendered unconscious, usually by massed attacks from large groups but at least once by a single 9mm bullet to the shoulder. While Bo could in theory be killed fairly simply while unconscious, he tends to end up buried alive, dumped into tar pits, and otherwise placed in situations that he will eventually escape. Bo's first priority is to defend the Akeros. He will not kill a woman or a child, but is willing to use violence to subdue them.

Bo is a skilled swordsman, but still only middle of the pack when compared to the rest of the AI cast. Peril nearly killed him, as did Scythe, and Rhine, and he's obviously not as skilled as Rahan or Walker. That said, he's no slouch in a fight, and can certainly handle large numbers of unskilled bandits and the like single-handedly. He tends to fight with his katana in one hand and the saya (sheath) in his other. His style is basic, nothing fancy, and gets the job done. Usually, he strikes first and tends to go for torso shots (using his cybernetic targeting features), often killing foes in a single blow. If hard pressed, Bo isn't above fleeing the battle field, and will even call off an attack if the foe is obviously more than he can handle.

Special Abilities: Along with supernatural strength and tactics, Bo's found ways to apply his battle experience and the knowledge he's picked up from reading, into other fields. So far, he's shown himself to be a first-rate musician, capable of drawing crowds of normally-jaded folks, into cheering onlookers. The plasma generator sucks air in through vents in the right shoulder and projects out of his index and middle fingers at ~15,000 degrees centigrade. He is capable of launching a devastating Dondonpa blast, slapping aside missile attacks (and even reflecting some back) and leaping great distances. His flight power is probably his most amazing ability. Bo Bafett takes a length of pillar (or tree trunk), hurls it into the air, leaps on to it, and rides the flying object to his destination. The knife is worn on her belt, kept at the small of the back. His body is armored everywhere but his head. Later, when running the motorcycle circuit, he added a helmet.

Economics: Marginal. In the city, Bo's pretty well off. As the best bounty hunter there, he can rack in the chips effortlessly when he puts his mind to it. What luxuries there are to be bought in the city, are easily within his grasp. If you were to take him to the real world, however, he'd have serious problems not being a target for abduction by the government for experiments, let alone finding a job. Although he knows how to keep a room clean, his life has been spent in a dark and grungy urban sprawl, an almost literal garbage dump. He'd probably become accomadated to conventional life after the shock is over, of course. Still, don't expect too much from him. He'll keep the place clean, but don't look for anything special. Too many repeated requests will most likely end up with you having a cleaning bucket dumped on your head.