Whatever impression Briar's hobbitish height might give a man, her build more than compensates for it. Wide shouldered, thickly muscled, her arms corded and rough to the touch with hands made broad with hard labour and brawling combat, she would easily give most gentle-hobbits a fright to behold. Her face still has something of the natural roundness of her people, but the tell tale signs of lasting hunger are not hard to spot. Her dark brown curls are close shorn and her Harfoot complexion is ruddy and pock-marked with wear from the road and harsh living in harsher weather. 

Briar carries herself with an air of persistent challenge. Her eyes do not trust easily and, whilst she is trying her best not too, she habitually follows the movements of people around her and keeps an eye on all who move in and out of her vicinity. Though some might imagine the sight of a Hobbit moving in a 'powerful' and 'forceful' fashion to me comical, Briar certainly dissuades them of that idea. Her voice too is rough and brassy with a thick Breeland accent and no wish to mince words.

All her clothes appear simple and well worn, mended and adjusted by her own hands and always in unassuming colours. She also is most often carrying a backpack, full of wrattling objects and tools of use in the wildlands.