Since I know you're all dying to see them. Sorted Alphabetically.
Aristocrat
You are in crushing debt after dropping out of medical school. As it turns out, being a medical practitioner is a lot of work, and you don't like doing a lot of work. Instead, you got a cheap apartment right next to the grocery outlet, at which you work part-time doing janitorial service. Kate's Grocery. Who is Kate, anyway? You don't know, and you're too lazy to find out; it matters not to a townsperson. On weekends you like to hit up the pub with what little spending money you have; an empty stomach makes it easier to get inebriated, anyway. While you may not consider yourself to be a winner, you're happy enough to be alive.
BiOAtK
Dear Diary,
Things have been getting out of hand here. People are dying left and right, and now we're putting average Joes to be judge, jury and executioner. I know the Mafia problem is a growing one, but honestly, we're turning into a group of monsters ourselves! What do I do? Do I just play along as a townsperson? I fear that trying to stop the process will just get me killed as well. Though I do still have hope: we can solve this problem; it will just require a little bloodshed from our side as well as theirs.
Dem0n
What exactly does a political science major do, anyway? I mean, how do you find work? It was your brillant idea to turn the town into an ideological democracy, but you're not looking at the broader picture: these people cannot handle a democracy. You should know, being possibly the most qualified townsperson in terms of running a town. The small populace size makes it a suitable environment for operating a pure democracy, but the extremism found in each individual does not bode for a bright future. You started this mess, and you shall be the one to get us out of it: every lynch is a murder enabled under your name, and you better be damned sure to make them count.
DevliN
You may not have a medical license, but that doesn't stop you from playing doctor. You visit the hospital with fake illnesses or fake injuries, and leave with stolen medication and tools. You could never afford medical school, see; otherwise you'd have no quarrel with the law. As it stands, though, you are an amazing black market practitioner. You've even been offered to join the group of organized crime, which so sorely needs a medicinal expert for their own acquired wounds. Perhaps you're a hypocrite, but you know where your loyalties lie.
FaRTy1billion / poison_us / Lanthanide
Hello freedom fighters.
You have an opportunity - a wonderful opportunity - to restore the town back to its glory days. Your team consists of the following people:
FaRTy1billion: The brains
poison_us: The brawn
Lanthanide: The third wheel
Together, you can make the town a better place. You just need to wipe out the evil that dwells within.
People will probably share role PMs, as is custom in Mafia. Here are some surplus (i.e., unused) PMs to show my writing style:
You are the owner of an apparel store on the north side of town; you make a townsperson look nice, essentially. Your materials are the highest quality of the entire area, due to a little trade secret you maintain overseas. Yes, you are indeed one of the more successful persons of the town, if not the most successful. After hours, you spend time at The Tank, but you only drink casually, and you never go there on weekends. You plan on relocating your business, as there are becoming fewer customers by the day in this town.
So, it says here that you're good working with others. Care to elaborate on that? Well, what I mean is that any Joe Smoe can put up with other people; what makes you so "good" at it? Really, I think you overestimate your people skills. You assume the rest of us would start a brawl if we so much as sat too close to each other. No? Well, whatever. What you have written here is something I can find from just about any townsperson; I want you to prove to me that you're better than everyone else.
"Bookworm" is such an unattractive term. Perhaps not many know its literal meaning of a wood-boring beetle's larva that consumes the precious artifacts it resides in, but you do, because you read it in a book. And really, it's only natural that the most knowledgeable townsperson in the region would also be the town librarian. Reading carefully is what gives you an edge over others; you can comprehend that which others just filter out as white noise. And now, with the panicked state of the town, your ability to read between the figurative lines will be the saving grace the people desperately need.
Feel free to use these or come up with your own if the opportunity presents itself.
You may be in a good position now, but it will become increasingly more difficult to hide as there are fewer townspeople to choose from during lynches (and it appears Lanthanide isn't off to a great start, either), so you'll need to decide on some long-term plans amongst yourselves.
Also note that the Detective's powers cannot distinguish between a vigilante hit and a mafia hit.
Fire_Kame
"Who are you?"
"That's the question of the day, isn't it?"
Nobody knows your background. They just assume on good faith that you're a townsperson.
Generalpie
Having served in a specialized branch of the militia for 15 years, you are an expert at hand-to-hand combat. Which, in all reality, serves very little purpose in the era of firearms. What are you going to do, punch the bullet out of midair? It's pathetic, really. Alright, so you may be outmatched combatitively to anyone with a piece, but how many people really own a gun? Only the ones you should be worried about. Besides, despite your background, you prefer a life of tranquility, which is why you became a townsperson to begin with. You often visit the pub, living off of subsidies from your previous employment, but you are making an active effort to find a new job. Perhaps someone needs a bodyguard?
JaFF
Do you contribute to the town? Not really. You have a telecommuting job as a web designer, and you ignore the local grocers and bank by managing everything online. I mean, sure, you sometimes get fresh produce because shipping it is ridiculous, but other than that, you are invisible. This may play to your disadvantage, though, if ever someone thinks you're something other than a townsperson.
l)arkssj9kevin
The life of a cashier is not a glorious one. You used to ring up several dozens of customers each day, but after the installment of the Self-Serve stations, all the anti-social folk simply avoid you. You'll be lucky if even one townsperson shows up at your counter. You cope, though; your job isn't threatened by lack of demand, due to mismanagement on the higher levels of the corporate ladder. Essentially, you spend each day playing games on your phone and wondering which ones among your store's customers are in fact criminals.
Leeroy_Jenkins
You worked for the local police department. Well, not so much you worked there, unless getting arrested for public indecency is considered "working." But, as a townsperson, you've been able to supply them with work, so ultimately, you're contributing to society, right? They should give you a medal. Really, if they spent more time arresting you than investigating the murder that's happening across the board, what purpose does the department serve? Death is public indecency! Those hypocrites.
Leon-037
The Diamond World Bank. What a joke.
You've been planning on a heist on the place ever since you witnessed its vast security flaws. The cameras have several blind spots, enough to form a pathway to the back where you could never be seen. The supervisor puts the key to the building under the entrance mat on weekends when he doesn't come in, because he thinks that's somehow more secure than making a copy for his managers. Are these people insane? Any regular townsperson could rob the place on a Friday night. Well, I suppose, only if they've been paying attention to the details.
lil-Inferno
Time is money.
This has proven true over your lifetime, and it is quite literal in some instances: you have large investments in stocks that fluctuate with each passing second. Recently, though, the local economy has been in poor shape, due to what you suspect to be organized crime and the resulting rapid decline of customers. As CFO of the Kate's Grocery outlet, the largest store in the town, you are the most invested in figuring out if a person is an innocent townsperson or not. Every innocent life taken is another lost customer, after all.
LoTu)S
You work as a bartender, though you do not drink yourself. You used to work at the local bank, but left on your own terms when you grew sick of management. Now, at The Tank, you serve beverages to the slum of the town; never a sadder sight than a townsperson drinking his sorrows away. Though can you blame him? This place is going downhill fast. There will likely be a short boon of customers as notable figures are murdered and people seek some form of escape. Short, because if nothing is done, your customers will be dead as well.
NudeRaider
You were once a private investigator working for the local police department. You were suspended with pay for two months after a case that went bad; you don't go into details on it anymore. When you came back, they had already replaced you with some hotshot, and that's when they let you go. Oh well, two months of pay for literally doing nothing more than the average townsperson. Today, you still attempt to do some investigative work to discover and uncover the members of the Mafia.
Observer12425
No one has to die. That's your philosophy. It's wrong, of course: death is promised to every living creature. So perhaps you're a fool, but your heart is in the right place. You've been working as a doctor and veterinarian of the town's St. Arbor. Recently, beyond the typical patients, you've noticed an increase of gang-related violence. Bullet- and knife-related incidents in particular have spiked by over 600%. Your philosophy has been challenged again and again, and as a voter you've progressed to a new one: pre-emptive strike.
OlimarandLouie
You work at the town's largest grocery store, Kate's Grocery, as a product stocker. You have an odd habit of doing personal datamining as part of your employment: you know the late mayor would buy nothing but bushels of apples at times; you know the local bakery gets its supplies here; and you know the town overall has a childlike fascination with baking soda and vinegar. You're no detective, but you're good at observing these things without getting noticed.
Raccoon / Bar Rafaeli
You enjoy stories and history. And, well, history makes for the best stories. Your history, however, is not a story worth telling, at least in your opinion. You had a run in with the law; people got hurt. You didn't get hurt. You hurt others. Such is the nature of your past, and you do not mention it because people would mistake you as a bad person. They don't understand what justice is all about. Show it to them. Be their protector. Be a beacon of hope. Be a vigilante.
rayNimagi
You worked as a teller at the Diamond World Bank (which only had two branches), back before its financial collapse. Since then, you've done some odd jobs, jobs you'd rather not put on your resume. The point is, you keep a low profile as a regular townsperson, never taking an interest in politics or drama. Now that the Town is actually killing people through election, though, you've taken a different stance. This time, you can make a difference: you can save lives, or end them.
Tempz
Everyone needs to eat. This is the reasoning you used when deciding your career path as a culinary arts major. You now run your own business, a local bakery on the northern side of town. You see all sorts of people coming to your humble store to buy your merchandise. Your favorite customer is the regular townsperson: they are on average more polite and warm than the eccentric visitors. But in these dire times, deaths are rising like a delicious pastry, and you're going to knead a miracle to keep the town fresh. Dough!
Vrael / Stacy Keibler
Some call you an alcoholic. Well, everyone calls you an alcoholic. Really, they're just calling it as it is: what a waste of breath to utter that word in your direction. You don't mind. As long as The Tank stays open, they can call you whatever you want. Monday, Tuesday, Redday, Blueday: you're in the bar as soon as it opens and wouldn't leave if you weren't thrown out. You don't even have a job. Everyone in this small town knows you too well to hire you, not that you want or need to work. Your late father was a very successful townsperson himself, who left you with more money than you can possibly drink away in your lifetime.