Seymour is a half-ogre member of the Queen’s Men. Built like a refrigerator, just the sight of him is often enough to send folks running away. His skin is grayish, but his eyes are piercing blue and sparkling with unexpected wisdom. When he isn't fighting, his countenance is usually calm and peaceful. A creature of few words, you can expect those few to have meaning.
His clothes are way too small. Leather trousers cling to his muscled thighs and end at mid-calf, his simple shirt threatens to burst at the seams and constantly rides up to expose his muscled belly. Even the red paisley bandana tied around his upper arm is actually 2 bandanas tied together. With the Clyde-sized club in his hand, he's a formidable foe.
Clyde has adopted him as a best friend. He reacts to Clyde's antics with patience and, sometimes, disdain, shaking his head in the universal "What you gonna do?" motion.