Personality
Polnareff is the stereotypical "good natured klutz"; he is heroic and protective of those he loves, but is not very bright (although he has shown lots of cunning and strategy throughout the series). He is very impulsive and loud, and is quick to jump into action without considering the risk, character traits that have landed him in lots of trouble. However, he is sincerely dedicated to doing good, and is a good man to watch your back. He also fancies himself as a ladies man, but this is possibly just him overestimating his actual prowess.
Out of all the characters in the series, Polnareff is the one that has the least problems showing his feelings, and he adds a lot of humor and warmth to what would otherwise be a pretty cold team (Kakyoin and Jotaro in particular are very cold characters). Indeed, while he may sometimes be seen as the comic relief of the series, Polnareff's companions appreciate his good nature and trust him to help them win when a tough battle arrives.
Interestingly, Polnareff's best friends during the course of the series are Mohammed Avdol and Iggy, both of whom he couldn't stand when they first met. In fact, no character mourns the deaths of his companions like Polnareff does, and no other character is as dedicated to avenging them. Later on, his body is destroyed, and thus his soul is transferred to a turtle, Coco Jumbo, which implies that he lives well into the next century.
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