Time spent as both a Consul and Dark Councilor have refined Bloodfyre’s ability to lead any size theater of war. The Shaevalian is cold and manipulative, but also cerebral and shrewd. Bloodfyre has been well-educated by masters of war and has been honed through decades of combat experience. And yet, Barons make poor foot soldiers, and Elders are not cogs. While the Sith Master has a wealth of cunning and experience, he is also arrogant and egotistical, and is far more inclined to attempt to wrest control from another than follow their lead. In the end, Death bows to no man, and the Ghost Dragon is always scheming. Only the eldest may command him, yet there is always a plot to overthrow and replace a superior. This is the way of the Sith.

Sith Bloodfyre is an Elder of the Brotherhood and has moved beyond the day-to-day monotony of the affairs of Clan, House and Order. He comes and goes as he pleases, for only the eldest and highest are able to command him. And yet, though he moves in shadow and speaks rarely, his passage causes ripples in the Force, like thunder in the heavens. On the exterior, the Ghost Dragon is a refined facade of calmness and control; within he is the raging Dragon and demon who believes himself Death. Through the eyes of the Force, he is ever visible, always present, and is easily tracked by those with appropriate senses. It may take incredible effort to break his resolve and exterior, but a beast is raging beneath, waiting to be unleashed.

Sith Bloodfyre exhibits a very precisely crafted exterior of controlled, refined behavior. This is a ruse, however; a thinly veiled charade. A churning, raging demon hides beneath this thin veneer, which was once known as the dreaded Gwei Long. This elder childe of the Fire Dragon, Chi Long, is a maelstrom of anger and rage, and delights in the torment of others, and feeds on their terrors. The Dragon is seething, raging, plotting revenge and scheming in grand strategy. He plots the demise of entire systems, all in control of The Collective. Variables change; however, opponents evolve and grow, and the slow-moving demon may fail to take advantage of every opportunity. While this Elder seeks to move mountains, decisions may be wrested out of his hands by those quicker to act, and less bent on annihilation.

The certainty and stability that once existed within Sith Bloodfyre is no more. Though once a mighty Consul and former Dark Councilor, the Elder has returned as an enigma, bent on rending the fabric of existence and all who stand in his way. The Ghost Dragon is not an anarch, no; he is an absolute nihilist, a wound in the Force. While the Sith Master is willing to share his destructive rage freely, one target stands out amongst the rest: The Collective. And the Dragon will maim, wound or outright destroy those who stand in the way of his vengeance. Even the Force itself may shatter and give way in his path for retribution. The reckoning is at hand, and in the face of Collective forces, all conscious thought is lost, and the demon is uncontrolled.

Sith Bloodfyre wields the vulgarities of a sorcerous Master, calling down electrical fury, tossing about individuals and groups of foes like leaves upon the wind; and it is rumored that he telekinetically brought down a Star Destroyer on his own. He churns bladed weapons into a maelstrom of offense and defense, and his vast powers can be frightening from a distance. Yet, his powers can be defeated in close quarters combat. Despite having trained in physical combat, he is not the marauding warrior. Should defeat draw near and his lightsaber skills fall short, the demonic Elder may begin to take out friend and foe alike in genocidal rage and self-preservation.

Sith Bloodfyre is not a mindless killer. He is calculating, cold and cunning. He is also egotistical, tempestuous and has been known to throw genocidal tantrums. As a point of interest, he is known to possess a list of those who, in his mind, absolutely must die by his own hand. To those on his list, there is no calm, no oasis in the midst of his murderous devices. Yet, to those not yet caught in his crosshairs, there is ample opportunity to either ally themselves with the demented Elder, or perhaps turn his sight upon their own quarry through ritual prestation or exchange of favors. This is truly a deal with the Devil, for debts must always be repaid, and the Dragon demands either service, or blood.