Gladstone is defined by the intersection of long lines and sharp planes; in motion, his sinewy grace nearly becomes sensual. He has untidy, faded blonde hair like sun-bleached straw, with long sideburns that emphasise jutting cheekbones. A permanent five o’clock shadow and his reedy, faintly breathless drawl are at odds with the intense glass-blue coldness of deep-set eyes.
Simple and ungroomed, he wears a tattered black vest and leather slacks. His only accessories are a cream silk kerchief knotted casually about his neck, and several twine bracelets accumulated on his wrists, trophies of bygone glory.
Gladstone is disdainful and world-weary, despite being in his prime. He is frosty, irascible, and churlish - but not all at once; his vitriol is usually attenuated to a lazy simmer of majestic ire. He has no patience or tolerance for things he deems bullshit. Belligerence combined with a streak of malice means might, and might makes right in his ‘survival of the strongest’ policies.
An egocentric opportunist armed with a panache of haughty malevolence, Gladstone does pretty much what he pleases, indifferent but not immune to the consequences. He comes off as a petulant child-king prone to sulking. Sleek, chilly, and unruffled, he exudes deliberate crudeness. His glacial contrariness is punctuated by apoplectic rages; his indolent expression and snide remarks are fuelled by a determination to be unreasonable.
That said, the beast is not without attraction. He is honest, assured, and droll, without requisite subtlety or dedication to formality. Some find it refreshing; particularly those who seek him out for cognizant conversation rather than niceties and ass-pats.
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