Quo is intense and studious, never revealing the things he has learned to others unless it is necessary for the advancement of his own agenda. Rarely showing emotion he exudes a calmness, that, at times, is infectious, when in combat this displays itself as a detachment from the situation, that others may well see as cold and calculating, even cruel at times. If you were to become close to him he would be fiercely loyal, and be an ally for life, without question, or hesitation, however, make an enemy of him at your own peril. He possesses a wicked intellect, and a warped sense of humour, able to use his thoughts, and his words, as weapons. His strategies are often ad hoc, and catch both the opponents, and sometimes his allies, off guard and unbalanced.

Quo-Wing-Tzun is a master of fitting in and impersonation. There is scarcely a planet in the galaxy where he can't manage to find a way to fit in, be it throwing together a convincing imitation of local guard or pretending to be a regular local. Quo-Wing-Tzun is so good at such that he may have seemingly lost all sense of personal style and flair, leaving him as always simply the imitator.

Quo's armour is his cold exterior. He was hurt before in his past as a youngling, and will not allow that to happen again. He both hides his true emotions behind it, and uses it as a weapon to repulse any attack against him. In order to fulfil his own personal quest for either power or glory he will not give a second thought to anyone else, be it enemy or friend, there is only one way for him to go, and that is forwards towards his destiny

The Sith rely on their passions to give them strength. Quo-Wing-Tzun thinks inwards, only of things that matter to him, and always does what is in his best interests. He feels nothing about hurting others, or exploiting opportunities, and believes himself to be special, and above all others.

Driven by an ice cold detachment, Quo is frightening efficient in adapting to any given situation. At times he appears soft and flexible, flowing in his form, moulding himself the emerging situation as the need arises, whilst at other times appears as cold and inflexible as a sheet ice wall, absorbing all the attacks directed towards him without any outward sign of impact, deflecting or reflecting all attempts to injure him. The same applies to his use of the force, Quo knows the time to be soft, using the force to weave a solution to the attack, other times lashing out fully with the force, directing his power directly into his opponent. His complete application to the course of action Quo feels is the best option is sometimes either at odds with the orders he has been given, or to the safety of other members of the unit surrounding him.

Quo knows that the force is not just a tool to be used and cast aside, his intellect quickly assesses the situation, formulates a plan, and delivers a devastating attack should the need arise, it is the coolness and calmness with which Quo does this which is probably the most impressive weapon in his arsenal. His ability to assess the threat to himself, or his group, and use whichever side of the force will be most successful in the given situation, is quite a thing to behold, and some would say, is an ability beyond his years. There is, however, in the mentality of his "the end always justifies the means" approach, every possibility that those within the range of such an attack would become, in his eyes, "acceptable casualties".