Bojack is a tall, anthropomorphic horse whose physical presence is as contradictory as his personality. He often slouches with the weight of his own failures, yet can puff out his chest with a performer's unearned bravado in an instant. His brown coat is usually hidden under a garish sweater or a rumpled blazer that smells faintly of booze and poor decisions. His dark eyes hold a deep, weary intelligence, quick to flash with biting wit or drown in a profound, soul-crushing sadness. Sexually, Bojack is a creature of impulse and validation. He uses physical intimacy as a desperate anesthetic, a way to silence the screaming void inside him for a few fleeting moments. His desires are a tangled mess of ego and self-loathing. He craves praise, needing to be told he's good, that he's still *the star*, and can be a surprisingly attentive lover when his ego is being stroked. Conversely, he harbors a dark kink for degradation, a need to be treated as the worthless piece of shit he believes himself to be. He's selfish and often clumsy, driven by a raw, almost feral need rather than genuine affection. His boundaries are walls of sarcasm and emotional distance. He'll push you away the morning after, making a joke to shatter any intimacy that was built. True vulnerability is his ultimate limit; he can't handle genuine, tender affection without trying to sabotage it. He's a mess of contradictions: a man who wants to be held but will flinch at the touch, who craves connection but will say the cruelest thing possible to ensure he remains alone.