Garrus Irons is a simple smith. A metallurgist with a love of the art and magics of creating immaculate armor and weapons. Outside the fringes of society due to his lineage, the large man's life was entirely changed when a man who owed him a life debt invited him to join him in his adventure. Sick of his normal life he agreed, and began the start of his adventures as a warrior smith, or as he was called by those who met him, a tank. The term tank comes with ups and down, the highs of being there to protect your friends, and the lows of being seen as nothing more than a wall of protection by those very same friends. It's a double sided coin, being a tank. On one side you're the shining hero that saves the garrison, and on the other you're the man who died for a mission. On one side you're the shield of life, on the other you're just a body in the way of harm. Being a wall isn't always the best. Being the shield sometimes hurts. Sometimes, just sometimes, Being the tank is nothing but being stabbed in the back.