Concept: Sweets Shop Owner
Virtue: Hope: Martin is an old-fashioned Protestant straight down to the core, the sort of person rarely seen these days. To others, he epitomizes dignity, hard work, and the inherent decency of the common man.
Vice: Sloth: Martin doesn't know. Martin doesn't want to know. He just wants to go about his daily life without being bothered, and he doesn't have time for your malarkey right now.
Lawrence Martin isn't an old man, but he's certainly an old-fashioned one. He keeps his sandy brown hair parted down the center, carefully trimmed and styled with product. He will never be seen in anything less formal than long-sleeved dress shirts, even in the summer, though he sometimes rolls his sleeves up. His features are slightly bland, and his figure slightly flabby, but he's not really fat - owning a sweets shop has effectively killed any sweet tooth he might have had. He presents a friendly and welcoming exterior, ready and able to help his customers, but rarely getting too informal with them.
His shop, Home, Sweet Home, is a very large and well stocked store, with everything from jelly beans to cakes to sodas. He even keeps a frozen yogurt machine behind the counter for hot days. And it does fabulously well, more than one would expect from a simple candy shop with no signature product. In truth, Martin wonders a bit about that. The day after he took the business over from his father, he was approached by a green-eyed man dressed in even older fashion than he was, with a cat-like smile and a white waistcoat. The man promised wealth and prosperity, so long as Lawrence agreed to always let in anyone who was wearing a green leaf pin. Lawrence was boggled, and told the man he'd never turn away a customer in any case. The cat-grinned man took this as an agreement and left, and Lawrence was left to his own puzzlement.
And then the money started rolling in. Lawrence wanted to chalk it up to his hard work, but it was more money than his father had ever made, more money than his wildest expectations - and then there were those green leaf pins. Everyone wearing them was always... bizarre, from homeless drunkards who tried to pay in bottlecaps, to ladies in ballgowns. And apparently "always let in" meant "at any time they pleased"; he found himself forced to keep the shop open until midnight on many occasions, and once received an irate phone call at 3am demanding he come down and let a twenty person mob into the store. But ever since the man in the white vest came by, things have been better than ever, and the one time he was robbed the thief was found tied up in front of the door the next morning. And he hasn't quite got the nerve to tell any of the oddballs to leave...