Bludgeon is monotonous and hard to read, as are many Fae, even though he isn't all that serious in reality. He is tends to speak in quick, simple phrases, more used to using his body language to convey meaning and emotion. He tends to have a narrow outlook on life and his goals, always certain what he's doing is right in the moment, though he tends to regret decisions later, and then flip between regretting them and not. Bludgeon is impulsive at best and careless at worst, especially when it comes to exploring and making important decisions for his clan. If it weren't for Avery, he'd likely be dead. Alternatively, he is very caring when it comes to others, as shown with how quick he is to take in any dragons in need of a clan.

Bludgeon is a common Fae: he doesn't look remarkable, isn't necessarily outgoing or noticeably confident, no has he done anything particularly remarkable in his life - though, he is quite small. One might say he is extremely tiny for a Fae. A simple desire for more led him to leave his clan and start a clan of his own. While the Gladeveins isn't exactly what he was hoping for, his lack of numbers brought him to the safer, less densely populated section of the Viridian Labyrinth.

During his first week in his new location, a Cockatrice managed to sneak up on him whilst gathering materials for his den, taking him by surprise with a slash that tore his wing. Thankfully, a Guardian dragon managed to save him in time, and he was not only overly grateful, but saw this as the perfect opportunity, too. Bludgeon asked if she wanted to join his measly clan, and was met with an eager acceptance, as well as the enthusiastic claim that he was now her "charge" - whatever that meant.