Templar is far from a templar. He comes from a family of witch-hunters but doesn't take religious seriously. He hardly takes anything seriously and is used to living in the lap of luxory.
Templar has grown up in the lap of luxury, without a care for most of his life. He is cheery, up-beat and very immature. He rarely takes issues seriously and, when he does, shows little intelligence for complete and useful thought. Being a bard, he's always looking to sing about something and is known to randomly burst into song. Slightly snobbish, he has a very low tolerance for anything he deems idiotic and 'low-brow'.
Always strapped to Templar's back is a fine oaken lute, wrapped in oiled leathers and silk, tied with string around his shoulders. He carries several pouches along his mid-section that contain a variety of instruments; a fife, a whistle and something that slightly resembles a modern jew-harp. Strapped to his side in an intricate leather scabbard is a short-sword. However, the sword does not have the same status of the scabbard, and is rusting from un-use. And, like any good noble, Templar has plenty of gold.
Templar's family, the Raynes-Iron, has had a long history with religion. They are die-hard Catholics and will do anything to preserve their religion, even murder. All of Templar's male relatives are witch-hunters or priests, and the females are fanatically religious.
Born into an oppressive, although wealthy, household, Templar was never really educated in much beyond Christianity. His parents berated and beat him for his slack lifestyle and eventually, it was too much. Templar gathered his gold, his equipment and what was left of his pride and fled the vile place. He set out to become an adventurer, figuring that it was just as luxurious as his previous lifestyle. Yet to realize that the 'luxury' of adventuring his pure myth, Templar continues on his journey, with a smile and a song, waiting for the bounties of wealth and women to come his way.