I counted five profiles, but Oh well.
Name: Lieutenant Saren Actius

Call Sign: Viper

Race: Turian

Creed: Silently in, Victorious out

Official Personnel Description: [From Commanding Officer] Lt. Actius has shown immense physical and mental stability in the face of certain death, and knows his way around a gun. Often Quotes Human Poet Dante Alighieri, or Walt Whitman's O Captain. Takes orders well, ruthless. Uses torture to get information. Cold demeanor when confronted with enemies, but is comfortable working in small groups

Armor: Turian manufactured heavy armor. Comes with Life support webbing, off hand ammo pack and self sealing. 

Weapons: M3 Vindicator Assault Rifle
Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle
M9 Tempest Submachine Gun, 
Elcoss-Combine Carnifex Hand Cannon

Speciality: Soldier

Powers: Adrenaline Rush
Concussive Shot
Incendiary Ammo

Homeworld: Palaven

History: Born on Palaven, Saren Actius was raised by his father, Rear Admiral Tullius Actius, and enlisted in the Turian Special Forces at 15. When Boot Camp ended, he was assigned to a black ops hastatim(Turian Death Squad) squad designed to root out homegrown terrorists. After five years of that, he was reassigned to his father's company, and worked that for seven months, before being assigned to the Primarch protection detail. Two weeks into the detail, he was approached by Echelon.

Writing Sample
Dusk broke over Palaven as Saren Actius rose from his bed, putting a claw over his eyes as he shielded himself from the light. As his eyes adjusted, he turned to the wardrobe in the corner, and dressed himself quickly. In less than a minute, he had his armor on, and boots secured. Leaving the room, he strode down the hall, briskness in his pace as an Asari fell into step behind him. Her name was Lylis, 

The Asari stood Five feet, four inches tall, and compared to Saren, she looked tiny. That didn't stop the pink hued alien from exuberating cheer. "Morning, Saren." she chirped. Saren simply nodded, too focused on the task at hand. He was part of the protection detail for the Primarch, and as it happened, the Council was coming here. The fact didn't make his job any easier, which was why he walked with such determined purpose. Lylis noted this, and either didn't care about or outright ignored his frosty disposition. Among the other soldiers, it was rumored that Lylis had a crush on the Turian; The rumor was true.. "Why the rush?" She said, beaming at him with a smile. Saren scowled, and hurried on. He came to a T shaped intersection, and following the signs, turned right. After a brief two minute walk, he came to the armory, and pressed his claw against the scanner. It beeped in confirmation, and after scanning his eye, allowed him access to the room. Moving quickly, he gathered his standard loadout and additional ammunition before exiting. Checking his omnitool, Saren noted that 14 minutes had passed between waking up and arming himself. From his current position, he could easily reach the Primarch's room in less than 3. 

 Primarch Tullan Vitus stared sleepily at an extranet terminal. He had spent all night reviewing and re-reviewing all of the useable data on the Legion. Today, he would have to speak with the Council concerning the Hierarchy's response to the Legion threat, and how, if at all, they were connected to the Reapers. Were they an offshoot? A failed forerunner to the Reapers themselves? Vitus sighed and pinched his nose, frustration commingling with sleep deprivation. That was the cost of having so little data to work with: Conjecture. While most documented threats had left evidence, clues behind, there was literally no galactic evidence of the Legion ever existing before the galaxy wide broadcast. What made things worse was that Palaven was still rebuilding, stretched thin over the galactic landscape helping to rebuild both the Turian home world and its colonies as well as the pan-species restoration efforts. 

Suddenly the door slid open, and his Head of Security, a tough older Turian with heavy facial scars, came in. His name was Varius. "SIr, your detail is waiting for you in the den; I've posted Vis and Rax outside your door. Let them know when you're ready and they'll escort you to the main detail. Vitus nodded, accepting. He was used to these tight measures and close-guarded efforts. After all, Without a Primarch, Palaven has no leader. 

Meanwhile, Saren was in the den, being briefed with the rest of the squad. There were eight men in total, all turian, and all hardened by years of service. They knew what it took to defend an asset from hostile action, and they knew how to react. Like Saren, most had been hardened by the harsh and brutal Hastatim service before being transferred over to Primarch protection. Effectiveness and Lethality was drilled into them, and pain was seen as weakness leaving the body. "Listen up." the Head of Security said, his voice clear and tight, calm amidst the security nightmare they all knew this would likely turn out to be.