Occupation: Freelancer and an extra gun for Commander Shepard
Biography: Garrus was raised in much the same way that any good Turian is. He enlisted in the military at fifteen, and completed the training. He was only part of the military for a short while, though, before moving on to follow a carreer path as an officer in CItadel Security.
When rumors started that Saren, the Council’s top spectre, had gone rogue, Garrus was put in charge of the investigation. Due to regulations, he wasn’t able to compile any evidence against Saren and the case was dismissed. He refused to let the case go, and broke away from C-Sec and their regulations. He soon joined Commander Shepard to help with the chase for Saren. With the Commander’s help, he was also able to track down a criminal that had escaped the Citadel, only further earning the Commander even more of his respect.
After Saren’s demise, and Shepard’s death, Garrus went his own way. He followed the Commander’s example and gathered a team of rogue do-gooders. Under his lead, they settled in to Omega, finding it easy to pick out and eliminate the terrible criminals that inhabited the station. Eventually, he was betrayed by one of his own, Lantar Sidonis. This lead to the death of his entire team and him, alone, against the three largest mercenary groups on Omega.
Shepard game to his aide, thankfully. He wouldn’t have lasted much longer if the Commander hadn’t shown up. He took an unfortunate injury, a direct hit from a missile, to the right side of his face. That was the last he remembered of Omega, before waking up in the Normandy’s medbay. He joined Shepard again, this time to take down the Collectors, and stayed with him until the end. He took a small detour, planning to end Sidonis for what that traitor did to his team, but was convinced not to take the shot when the opportunity was presented.
After the return from the Omega 4 relay, Garrus realized just how close the Reaper threat was. He tried the council, but to no avail. Instead, he turned to his father. It was a hard decision for him. To his surprise, his father listened and took the information to the Primarch. The Primarch didn’t listen, and when Palaven was struck by the Reapers, they weren’t prepared. Promoted, and given command of the “Reaper task force,” Garrus stationed himself on Menae to provide as much information as he could and his abilities with a gun, in hopes of fighting off the Reaper’s threat to his species.
When Commander Shepard arrived on Menae to collect the Primarch—formerly Fedorian, now Victus—Garrus joins with his old friend again. He leaves Menae, understanding that he can do more in the Gallaxy than he can on Palaven’s moon.
Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs): Garrus pushed himself away from the glowing control panel. His shoulders ached from hunching over it for so long. The guns were far from finished, but he needed a break. He glanced over at the bench that held his rifle, modifications scattered around it in preparation for the work that needed to be done on it, too. He shook his head. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate on that right now. The battery was left behind him as he worked towards the lounge with heavy, tired steps.
The bar brought some comfort, since it had been stocked with Turian brandy. He sat down with a glass in his hand and relaxed. He thought of his father, and of his sister, and of everyone else, the billions, on Palaven. Where once, the image of a Reaper used to be a vague, solitary image that he could recall if he really thought about it, now he could bring up the image of many reapers at once, and often against his will. He didn’t want to say that this war was haunting him, but it was certainly starting to drain on him.