Lyn Corbray

Lyn Corbray is the eldest son of Lord Brynden Corbray and Lady _______ ____, and the heir to Heart's Home, a position he has held since 420 AC.

Appearance and Character
Lyn is not like his father. Not like his father  ever  was. Instead of lean and muscular, Lyn is lithe, preferring agility over pure combat prowess. However, he is reminiscent of a young Brynden Corbray in his face, with a thin beard and long brown hair, much as the knight did in his early time in the Kingsguard.

Birth and Early Life
Lyn was born in the late months of 418 AC, and grew up in a shifting climate in Heart's Home. His father, and his grandfather, assured that the young boy would grow up with all of the education he needed, yet his father was often absent for the first two years of his life, and his grandfather, Lord Ronnel, was often ill, staying to his bed. And thus, it fell to his distant cousin, Ser Andar Corbray, to raise him, along with the castle's Maester. Andar was not the most upright of fellows, so the Maester took it upon himself to perform most of the boy's learning, teaching him the basics that a future heir should know.

When his father took over as lord, however, Lyn's education increased. Brynden had an eye for both worldly and academic studies, along with being well-educated. And so, he gave his son what he knew, teaching him everything that was appropriate for him to learn.

A Dark Descent
As he grew older, Lyn began to interact with the other young folk of Heart's Home. Without any noble wards at the castle, Lyn threw himself in with the more common folk, sons of the household knights and sworn swords to his father. Whilst not as rough as the smallfolk who lived outside of the keep, these young lads were not refined, and often snuck out of the castle, visiting places that Lyn had never seen before. This stealth lasted until Lyn's tenth year, where he, along with his companions, got into a fight with a group of similarly aged villagers. Although the fight was not bloody, with the most dangerous weapon being Lyn's own fists, Lord Brynden stumbled upon it with a patrol of men, and stopped it swiftly. The young sons of his household knights were returned to their fathers, whilst the common folk were personally berated by the Lord of Heart's Home himself.

Lyn waited patiently for the others to have their punishments, knowing that his father would not punish him to that degree. He was wrong. For three hours, the two stood there, as the cold swept over them, Brynden talking, and Lyn listening. Trade caravans passed as the well-dressed lord and his son stood, the lecture drawing until past nightfall. It ended with six simple words, six words that may as well have been a question in the mouth of anyone except Brynden Corbray.

"I won't see you here again."