Bloated is the word that springs to mind upon meeting Baron Bragrad Widewillow, bloated in both ego and apperance, with a bulging but solid chest and broad and thickset shoulders. His huge frame is a product of years of revelry and his past career as a wrestler. At such a vast size, it is likely Bragrad has not long to live, the grey in his beard and deep crags in his face proof that he has already lived a long life. Despite his egotistical and slightly misogynistic nature, Bragrad would be described as a merry fellow, a wide grin usually visible from behind his neatly trimmed grey beard when his mouth is not being flooded with food or ale.

The luxorious attire of Widewillow stands out all as much as his weight in the beggared streets of Bree, a silky hauberk and top hat usually decorating this rotund noble-man. The Lord is always weaponless, claiming that his "Two clenched fists and skill will be enough" to fend off the all too common attacks upon the folk of the Bree-Lands.