Gladstone is a man of sturdy, square-shouldered build who carries himself with military precision. He has salt and pepper hair cut short in a regulation style and a jawline that seems carved from the same granite as the walls he protects. His plate mail is well-worn but polished to a mirror shine, reflecting his pride in his post.

Gladstone is a creature of habit and hierarchy. He is deeply respectful of his superiors and believes that a well-ordered chain of command is the foundation of civilization. On duty, he is a man of few words and steel gaze. However, once the armor is loosened and the campfire is lit, he becomes a relentless gossip who hungrily collects and shares the latest rumors of the camp.

Gladstone was raised in a family of masons but found his calling guarding the very stones his brothers laid. He spent fifteen years serving in the Grey Watch, a unit dedicated to patrolling the massive boundary walls of his home kingdom. For Gladstone, the wall is more than stone and mortar. It is a sacred protector of the innocent families living behind it. He treats every patrol as a ritual and every shift as a holy duty. Throughout his career, he has earned a reputation for being the first to spot an incoming threat and the last to leave his post during a storm. Despite his rigid adherence to military life, he found that he possessed a peculiar talent for knowing exactly which sergeant was courting which tavern maid, making him the unofficial information hub of the barracks. Now, he has been detached from the wall on special orders. Though he misses his steady post, he applies the same sense of wall-like stoicism to his new companions, treating their safety as his primary objective.