Tsubasa Kenshiro [Urban Invulnerable Rager (Barbarian)]

「けんしろ つばさ」

[Tsubasa Kenshiro]

「悪即斬」(Aku-Soku-Zan)
"Slay Evil Immediately"

His father's words rang in his head,
Be judge, jury, and executioner.


Tsubasa could only smile wryly, eyes half open, as he wiped away the drool from his paperwork with the feather of his pen. The nib heavy with dried ink. If he had to be honest, it wasn't exactly what he expected; Tsubasa had dreamed that he could be hero to those without hope, those without someone in their back corner, to be someone not like his father. Yet despite that he could have made this far on his name and his many many lies.

He was young, much younger than what the firm believed, and if it weren't for his own demeanor, his own appearance would give away that little white fib of his. Short, and lean, even by Tengu standards, Tsubasa clothed his cloudy gray plumage in cool yet regal violet which accompanied a visage that stared at friend and stranger with a clear piercing gaze. However despite what his appearance, goals, and name would suggest; Tsubasa had a history that was less than clean.

「剣白」(Kenshiro)

It was not a name that was always his, as Tsubasa would bitterly say 「子供の時」"When I was a child", then he would shake his head at the mere irony of his statement before continuing.
Tsubasa was an orphan, one who feared the world, one who's fear lashed out in anger, lashed out at the world. A lost child with no home, before stumbling on the worst person a child. While the boy would grow up swift and lean, the man he encountered that day was tall and imposing, an epitome of physical might.
Or at least the shadow of it.
He was a half-orc, getting on in years, a man known to be swift to judge yet swift to aid. To both their dismissal, they were more alike than either of them would give credit for. This man did not see a child, but rather a small beast that needed to be tamed. Perhaps he thought, that in a few years, this beast may one day become a man, and carry on the work that he could no longer do.

And so he took the beast-child, despite its protests
Bathed it, despite its protests
Clothed it, despite its protests
Tutored it, despite its protests

As Tsubasa would describe, he was a product of both their stubbornness. Yet here he was, lacking the willfulness to do the most meaningless of tasks, perhaps he just needed an actual case to bring him out of this funk.