Henrik Kjell Andersson was born on the 18th of May, 2135 CE to Swedish-Norwegian parents, Alfred and Lena Andersson in the city of Oslo on Earth. His father Alfred was a successful arms dealer and gun-runner in the era before the Prothean data cache was unearthed on Mars, whilst his mother ran a drugs cartel known as 'The Firm' in and around Norway - Henrik, as a result, was surrounded by crime and the underworld of the human race from a very early age. When Henrik was but 4 years old, his father was arrested by police after a botched gun-running operation near the port of Narvik, which left 4 police officers dead and Alfred paralysed from the waist-down. Henrik's mother, concerned that the young boy would be targeted by the Norwegian police, sent Henrik to live with his aunt and uncle in Trondheim. Six weeks later, his mother was almost killed by a rival cartel in a hit that was also targeted at Henrik himself. His aunt and uncle hid the truth of his parents' fates from him for years afterwards, trying to keep the young boy from becoming the man his father was, or worse.

Henrik had a fairly normal childhood in Trondheim; though he knew his aunt and uncle had been entrusted with his care because life at home was dangerous, he didn't know what his parents had done for work, nor did he know what had happened to them after he had moved to Trondheim. His formative years were spent largely at home, playing computer games and hanging out around some of the kids he knew from school. He worked hard in his education - though Henrik was no academic, he was good at practical tasks such as art, design & technology and also chemistry, and he was exceptional at sports. Rugby and football were bread and butter to Henrik as he entered secondary school, and he grew to be a strapping young man - some 6' 3" tall and often sporting a full beard and moustache.

At the age of 15, Henrik asked his aunt and uncle to tell him the truth about his parents. Reluctantly, they told him; his father was in prison, serving time for murder, tax evasion, encouraging prostitution and several counts of armed robbery, assault and battery. He was in hospital still after his injuries from the Narvik operation, but there was little to no chance he'd ever be a free man - he was ineligible for parole for 50 years. Henrik's mother was also serving time in prison: a 25-year sentence for murder and for crimes relating to the operation of a drug cartel... Henrik seethed at the authorities. They had taken away his parents from him and made their lives a misery, whilst fatcats in the governments of the world gorged themselves upon the profits of illegal activities with no consequence. Bankers, lawyers, CEOs, all were the same - people who lived off the proceeds of others' misery. The irony was not lost upon the young man.

At 18, Henrik left school for university, where he obtained a degree in creative writing the University of Oslo in 2156 CE. By this time, the data cache on Mars had been discovered, and the First Contact War had already been declared by the new alien race that humanity had encountered. Henrik cared little for the 'turians' or whatever they chose to call themselves, and even less about the war. Several of his school friends had joined the Alliance military, and two had been killed fighting the turians on Shanxi, but again, Henrik didn't care. He had unfinished business to take care of, especially with the Godz, who were the cartel who ordered the hit on Henrik's mother. Arming himself with his father's old weapons and procuring a set of armour from a family friend, Henrik began his foray into the criminal underworld with brutal force. His moniker was 'The Enforcer', and he lived up to his sobriquet. One day in April 2158 CE, the Godz were staging a drugs transfer between them and the Raiders, another gang. The leader of the Godz, Enrique Marmasellas, was present at the deal - exactly the moment Henrik knew he had to strike. Leading a team of some 10 members of his mother's cartel, Henrik gatecrashed the deal and proceeded to kill no fewer than 20 members of both the Godz and the Raiders, before making off with some 750,000 credits worth of drugs and banknotes. The police arrived, but Henrik had already made his getaway - The Enforcer had had his revenge.

Henrik began taking jobs on the black market, but he only just about scraped a living between 2158-2161 CE. Before long, he felt as if his future lay beyond Earth, and in the wider galaxy that humanity had just discovered was out there. All of these alien races had been met, and with them came new opportunities. Henrik left for the station of Omega in 2162, whereupon he discovered that just like on Earth, the wider galaxy had its underworld. And it was an underworld that provided Henrik with lots of work. Henrik's line of work was bloody, dirty money: assassinations, heists, bank robberies, you name it, if it involved killing people, Henrik was good at it. He obtained a set of Titan Heavy Armour from a contact in Rosenkov Materials, and a heavy machine gun, which was an M-76 Revenant modded for an even faster rate of fire which Henrik named 'The Reaper'. He was often employed as heavy muscle on jobs that required it - even those in the bigger mercenary groups came to fear the sight of a heavily-armoured human packing heavier weaponry, spraying hellfire down on whichever poor bastards had been earmarked to stop him. Henrik liked his new position - that was, until he and his squad were set up against R'myr Security Corporation during an arms raid on an RSC depot. Henrik and his 'crew', the Red Devils (named by the leader, Tom Stanway, whose ancestors had been British paratroopers) looked as if they'd met their match in the RSC troopers, with not even Henrik's fearsome firepower able to subdue the slippery RSC squad. One by one, the Red Devils were taken down by accurate fire from the RSC troopers until it was Henrik and Stanway left. Stanway urged Henrik to surrender, hoping at the very least to save some of his crew, but Henrik was having none of it, and hosed down one of the RSC squad who was careless enough to leave their cover. However, at the same time, Stanway was caught full in the chest by a burst from an assault rifle, and fell the ground, dead.
Out of nowhere, Henrik was flattened (an impressive feat in and of itself) by a flying kick from one of the RSC troopers - an asari. Struggling to his feet, Henrik resolved at the very least to not go down without a fight and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. He knew he was on the disadvantage against a biotic, but it was too late to worry about that now as he lunged at the asari trooper. She rolled out of the way before kicking him square in the midsection, but she underestimated The Enforcer's speed, who grabbed the leg and wrenched the asari towards him before giving her a solid right hook to the side of the head and throwing her against a wall. Visibly dazed, the trooper got to her feet and threw a biotic power (which one, Henrik had no idea) that threw him away from her and knocked him to the ground. However, he was surrounded by no fewer than five of them by now.

He reluctantly surrendered, but instead of taking him prisoner, the RSC squad fell back, taking their injured comrades with them, as well as the body of Stanway. It transpired that the depot assault was a set-up: RSC had lured the Red Devils into a trap with the express intention of killing Tom Stanway, and Henrik was of no interest to them. There were no guns. Thoroughly confused, but thanking his lucky stars, Henrik took a moment to gather his wits about him, and made his way back to Omega, whereupon he immediately threw himself back into criminality. It was his first brush with RSC, but it would not be his last - and RSC proved not only to be an enemy, but also a contractor. Private security companies such as RSC and the up-and-coming Siame Industries required mercenaries to do the really dirty work - mercenaries like Henrik. Over the next few years, Henrik picked up contacts in all manner of places. The Lotus, an asari politician. The Widowmaker, a former mercenary and RSC trooper. Ilya Kovlov, a human arms trafficker and all-round 'nutcase'.

The Enforcer works for them all. Though he is no longer the hot-headed young man he once was, Henrik Andersson is still a force to be reckoned with. So when Kovlov asked him to oversee operations in and around Cartagena Station, The Enforcer packed his bags and shipped himself off to the Terminus Systems. There he discovered the cause of Kovlov's issues: Siame Industries.

Siame just got themselves a dangerous new enemy.