Parker, a Nirmathas commoner, is, simply put, a crook. In his words, however he is a con artist. Possessing incredible natural charisma and a gift for words, he made a living travelling Cheliaxian lands selling horses at an outlandishly cheap prises, letting them take advantage of "the foolish yokel", before continuing with his journey inlands. The only problem being that these horses tended to disappear in a couple of hours. After collecting a rather substantial amount for a man of his stature, he found himself running for his life in the direction of the nearest Pathfinder Lodge, and essentially being volunteered under the threat of lynching. A relatively nationalistic Nirmathan, he quite dislikes Chelaxians. If he can make a profit while he's a part of the Pathfinder Society, he might as well. Helping people is entirely optional, but it's better to have someone owing you than the other way around.
Appearance:
Parker is a rather small, but handsome man, with green eyes and blondish hair. He is usually wearing his trademark suit, custom-made to protect him from the occasional arrow and give him a certain look. Doesn't carry around anything but a big leather bag, which is usually filled with honestly earned money and legally purchased goods. Or not. He doesn't like people knowing that he is a powerful spellcaster, pretending to be a rather successful merchant.
Personality:
Parker is the epitome of a Nirmathan, independent and wild. Usually a joker and a smooth-talker, he can bend to any social situation and any companions. If left to his own devices, he usually comes up with a plan that involves meticulous preparations and doesn't work out in the end. He has a stern dislike of Chelaxians, usually adressed as snarky or sarcastic comments, and is sometimes slightly condescending to clerics and heavily religious people. Never obviously rude.
