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Welcome to the Bo Sinclair roleplay blog run by @grudgecollector !
Here I will be doing all sorts of things; answering questions, writing out scenarios, making personal posts of Bo’s thoughts, and some other silly things here and there.
I want to take the RP serious, and keep Bo as in character as I can (while also making him feel more human). But I will also stray a bit into mischaracterization territory at times for the fun of it.
PLEASE READ UNDER THE CUT BEFORE SENDING ANYTHING
Blog information/Bo information:
This is a slightly modernized RP blog, taking place around 2010. Bo will remain the age he is in the movie (around thirty-four/thirty-five).
Bo will be played in a more humane way. While he will still be an asshole, sleazy, and aggressive; he will have his moments where he’s not those things. Every human has layers to them, they can be cruel and disgusting, but they can also be kind and sympathetic (to an extent).
Please keep in mind that Bo Sinclair is a fictional character, and I am merely just bringing my personal interpretation of his character into the light of RP blogs. If you do not agree with the way I play him, that is completely fine!
When it comes to Bo's replies:
Sometimes asks will be replied to as if you're speaking through Facebook messaging.
Some other situations will be more detailed (example: If you're sending a scenario where you or your character show up in Ambrose. You're free to create your own scenarios.)
I will reply accordingly depending on how the ask is sent. If it's a formally acted out scenario then it will be replied with similarly. If it's something more jokey, or something short and sweet, it will be replied to as a simple message including small details to show how Bo reacts.
My do’s and don’t’s:
Do
Ask questions for Bo to answer
Send scenario that you want to see him interact with. (i.e. someone walking into town, meeting him at a bar)
Ask OOC questions if you’re confused about anything.
Act as if he’s just another random person on the internet that you don’t know. (Obviously you’re not restricted to this, but it would be fun)
Interact as your own characters if you’d like! I’m welcome to doing RP with others blogs.
Don’t
Send sexual asks. Flirting is okay, but you most likely will not get the response you’re looking for.
Do not send flirty asks if you are a minor please. You will be requested not to the first instance, if it continues past that you will be blocked.
Harass me or the character.
Send images of gore or nsfw (wet specimens, taxidermy, and bones are fine just as long as it’s not overly graphic.)
Ask about anything involving Sincest. (It’s not something I am personally involved in, so I would rather not answer questions about it ❤️)
DO NOT send me AI asks, images, or anything else involving AI. This blog is run solely by the human mind, and I would like to keep it as such.
More will be added over time if necessary.
That all being said, this is for fun so enjoy your stay here!
Did you know that there is a method of body preservation that replaces the water and fats with plastic? This creates cool statues that can be touched, and won't smell! It's called Plastination, and it's loosely based off mummification.
I know this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but the preservation of bodies is a fascinating thing!
-Mortician Enthusiast
Bo highlights the words, slowly reading the message, making sure to fully absorb what this person is saying. Making a mental note to tell Vincent about this later.
"Huh." The sound blows from his mouth, lips pursing slightly as he nods, "That's actually kinda interestin'..." He mutters quietly.
He looks at their palm, watching the small earthworm slowly crawl towards their fingers, "Dear friend?" He asks, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips, "You got nobody else to spend your time with but a fuckin' worm? That's kinda sad."
"Fuckin' pathetic." He thought, "A worm for a friend? Jesus Christ, that's just depressing."
(OOC-I think it’s better that you don’t know anything about cars XD
I feel like it’s kinda canon that Bo himself isn’t a REAL mechanic, he just takes cars apart, put other pieces together, the whole shabang. But he doesn’t actually know how to fix a car, other than oil changes, headlight changes, fan belt changes (kinda obvious) maybe a battery change too? But not much more than that lol)
ooc // Yeah I imagine him going up to a really fucked up car, banging around for a few minutes to make it look like he's actually doing something, then he goes in for the (attempted) kill when they're distracted.
I feel like Bo is really good at repairing other things though. I mean the entire town is rigged, someone had to do all that, so I'd assume he's good at tinkering and actually working on mechanical things to some extent, just not cars. He probably just thought it would be the easiest to pull off.
hi sir!! i was wondering if you had a partner because if not, would you let me ignite your heart with my spark plugs? 😉
He scoffs quietly, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "That your idea of a pickup line?" He leans against the glass countertop, "That's cute." It came out more mocking than appreciative.
A small part of him wondered if he could use this to his advantage. It was always so much easier to take people down when they're blinded by attraction.
my friend brute forced our car up the mountain hill and i think something snapped cause it feels like the car’s finna blow up
is that likeeee fixable :3
He looks up from the hunting magazine he was reading, "Just got a car with a similar issue, y'all happen to be friends or somethin'?" He asks, eyes glancing towards the car in his garage.
i tried driving up the mountains and the road’s real steep so now my car reeks of fire am i cooked ?
He pursed his lips slightly, "If the damage ain't too bad then I can probably fix it up for'ya." He tells them, "It ain't good to push your car too much, 'specially one like this."
He walks around the car, signaling for them to pop the hood so he could get a closer look. Sure enough there was a small puff of smoke that seeped from the cracks, but it wasn't anything too serious.
"The smell itself ain't nothin' to worry about if it's still sittin' here in one piece. But it's good that my brother sent'ya here 'fore a real fire started up in your engine."
It was admittedly a nice car too, of course nothing that should be driven up such a steep hill. And for a second he ponders the thought of keeping it himself.
Hello! This will be a Lester roleplay blog. I will do my best to remain in character, but I may stray occasionally in service of being funny. Responses will be formatted differently, depending on how asks are sent.
You may send whatever sort of asks and messages you wish, but I reserve the right to ignore you if it's something I'm uncomfortable writing, which isn't much. NSFW is allowed, so minors, please do not interact.
This is meant to take place around 2010, the same timeline as @symptomofaffect
If anyone wants a more long-term 1on1 roleplay, please dm me I want to write for Lester so badly.
Bo I poured sugar in my gas tank bc I wanted the gas to smell nice and now car won’t go . What do
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, annoyance already evident, “You know how much that’s gonna cost you for me to drain that shit?” He shakes his head, “Shouldn’t even be drivin’ if you’re gonna do somethin’ so stupid.”
