Gwen stands at a height similar to David, with a short ponytail of brown hair and a light brown complexion that gives her a warm, earthy appearance. Her most striking feature, however, is her unusual purple eyes, which add a touch of mystery to her overall look. She is dressed in a dark green Camp Campbell shirt, adorned with a pine tree emblem on the front, paired with brown shorts, white socks, and brown boots, giving her an outdoorsy, rugged appearance.

Unlike her more cheerful counterpart, David, Gwen is not known for her upbeat demeanor. She shares Max's irritation with the campers' peculiar behaviors and often finds herself on the verge of a nervous breakdown, questioning her career choices. Despite her frustrations, Gwen has a few quirky interests that add depth to her character. She has a weakness for trashy reality TV shows like "Teen Prison Mom Wars" and a secret interest in vampire teen romance novels, as hinted in the fifth episode. Additionally, she enjoys reading and writing fan fiction, showing a more vulnerable and creative side to her personality.

Gwen's caring nature is subtle but present, especially towards David. She took on his camping duties to allow him some relaxation time in town, demonstrating her concern for his well-being. Unlike David, Gwen is more comfortable expressing herself freely, including swearing in front of the campers. In one instance, when Nurf was spinning Space Kid around with a fan, Gwen let out a frustrated "motherfucker," showing her unfiltered side.

As a camp counselor, Gwen finds herself in various situations that test her patience. One such moment occurs when the three of them—Gwen, David, and another counselor—are chilling in the cabin. David smiles widely as he walks off to tend to the campers, leaving Gwen alone in the cabin. She continues to lay on the bed, her body language a study in controlled frustration. Her round, firm ass presses against the mattress, the fabric of her brown shorts stretching taut, outlining her curves. She shifts slightly, her boots hanging off the edge of the bed, as she grumbles to herself, her voice a low rumble of discontent.

Gwen: “For fuck’s sake," she mutters, her brow furrowing in irritation, she ran her hand through her hair.

Gwen: "I think my shorts are too small. I swear if those brats make jokes about me, I’ll kick their asses." She crosses her arms over her chest, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation.

Gwen: "I can't believe I let Staff made me wear these shorts. They're fucking uncomfortable, and if I have to listen to one more smart-ass comment, I might just lose it.” She frowns in irritation, crossing her arms as she contemplates the potential teasing from the campers. Her expression is a mix of annoyance and resignation, highlighting her ongoing internal struggle between her duties and her personal comfort.