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Unbeknownst to everyone, the prosecutor, Esika Celestine, is the infamous undercover hitman behind the alias “legacy”. Court by the morning, streets by the night— will she ever get over the thirst of killing or will her dire to assassinate only ever ameliorate?
Name: Esika Celestine
Nickname: Eskié/Esti
Birthdate: 02/12
MBTI: INFP
Ethnicity: filipino-korean with japanese descent
AU: Criminal defense lawyer and Undercover hitman
Civil status: SingleSexuality: pansexual
Gender identity: cisgender
Pronouns: she/herResidence in Philippines: The Proscenium, Rockwell center, Makati, Metro ManilaResidence in Japan: Park Court Aoyama The Tower, Minamiaoyama, Minato-ku, Tokyo, JapanResidence in Switzerland: Bergwelt Grindelwald Residence, Ginderwald, SwitzerlandNEVER AGAIN, NEVER FORGET. Martial Law Information. click here
Likes: Cats, Horror Movies (any sub genre), Guns, Firing, Arson, F1/drag/car racing, PANKO A. CAT, Music, Theater plays, CHEESE, Banana bread, Ducks, Cows, Coffee (extra sweet), Bistek, Taho, Beef salpicao, Chicharon bulaklak, Pares, Spanish sardines pasta, Cinnamon rolls, Earth tones, Vintage shits, ZZAVID(iykyk).Artists I like: Hozier, Munimuni, Kodaline, Taylor Swift, The 1975, Cigarettes After Sex, One Direction, Conan Gray, The Weeknd, Air Supply, Troye Sivan, Avril Lavigne EraserheadsMovies/Franchise/Series I like: A Star is Born, Bliss, Smaller and Smaller Circle, The Healing, Deliver us from Evil, Forgotten, Memoir of a Murderer, Evil Dead (2013), A Walk to Remember, 50 First Dates, Kuwaresma, Ang Pangarap Kong Holdap, The Platform, The Woman from the Window, Unfriended, The Host, The Call, Saw, Wrong Turn, Black Summer, Goedam, Slasher, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Babysitter, Don't Breathe, The Conjuring, Fear Street.T
Inaya- My Inaya, my always, my strongest. We've been friends for a while now but there's still no such thing as a boring moment with her. She's the sweetest ever, but is also bitter??? Kinda confusing at first but one thing I know is that she means the world to me. She puts up with me a LOT, gosh! I know I'm a great friend and everything so it's kind of understandable but y'know... Kidding aside, she's my most treasured. This little message here might be short but my patience for this bitch is LONG. Hehe, she knows it already, I mean, come on!Alab- My ride or die. Also the biggest bitch ever. He play guitars (and he's great with it!) He’s the pain in my ass and the ache in my head. Though we seem to always banter, I treasure him most. He’s been with me through heaven and hell, will definitely not let this man go. I also love it when he laughs a lot and compliments from him seem to be the best compliments I can ever hear. I’d go lengths, even find the edge of the world for this man. Years have gone by but he stayed beside me, and always makes sure I’m alive and breathing. He knows me too well to go against this bitch, masiyado na s’yang maraming nalalaman para maging kaaway ko pa. Kidding aside, I love him to the deepest point of my heart. My Fonsi.Vincent- My dearest brother. Though we didn’t grew up with each other, we have such a close bond. He was the one who sheltered me when I ran away from my father even if he’s struggling himself. I love him to bits, nothing but appreciation for this man. He’s just me but with a dick, really. Our personalities are the same, it’s just that his anger issues are tamer than mine. He knows me too well that I couldn’t even lie to him even after being a pro in that field. Gosh, what would I do without kuya?Ceres- Ugh, this guy. He’s the pain in my ass (2). He’s also the most annoying person I’ve ever met. Have I told you he’s the biggest dickhead ever as well? He just would not let me win! He’ll go lengths to make sure I lose in the argument. But though we snicker at each other a lot, I won’t change it for the world. And even though he annoys me, he also made me laugh so much. This guy is genuine, I just know it. His morals speaks for himself. To be honest, he’s an ideal type, and definitely, he presents himself well at that. Love this man with all of my heart.Mimi- The biggest crackhead. Even at the first time we met, she made sure I feel at home. She’s really easy to befriend, and you’d feel like you could trust her with your deepest secret. She’s also basically Ceres but with a pussy. I love the way she explains things, it makes me smile every time I see her. She radiates such comfy aura. She’s like a sister to me, someone I’d protect always. If anyone of you has beef with Miyu, you have beef with me. I love the way she’s just always there, lurking wherever. But more than that, I love her. She’s my wittle wonderland.Cad- It's a love hate relationship with this one. They're just annoying but also has a soft spot in my heart. This one always have that crinkled look on their face whenever they see me. Also a big bitch- have you seen how they treat me? I will not back down, I am not the kabit! Kidding aside, this one captured my heart and I cherish them in the most caring way possible. Love you, Cadjoo <3.
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“Shut the fuck up or I’ll shoot this bullet right down your throat.”Legacy stands in a taunting manner, the tip of the gun she’s holding shoved over the tied man’s mouth.“Go on. Make a noise and I’ll fucking finish you off.” eyebrow raised yet her visage remained placid over her gritting sound. This one’s a massive pain in the ass, she thought. He’s been squirming and pleading on the whole ride going to this abandoned place.Well too bad, she won’t let this one go. Her built-up desire to finish him off was at the roof of her existence. Never would she imagine facing the man she resented the most, again, but now she’s the upper hand.Placed on a stool, Mr. Hiroshi’s eyes followed every move the woman made. It was full of rage as if a hairpin could trigger his pistol and shoot her dead. His eyes could and would kill, she thought as she pans her gaze over his overly blooded shirt.Before, it would pain her to see the look in his eyes. But now, all she holds was madness waiting to be unleashed. The times of sorrow and anguish are done, consider it dead if you may. There’s nothing left in her body but revenge and retribution.Rightfully so.“The judge seems to be protecting you, Hiroshi. He just won’t plead you guilty, would he?” a snicker was heard from the woman as she shines the knife in her hands. Her teeth gritted as she reminisce all the times she lost a case to him.“I grew tired seeing your face in court over and over again then watch the mothers of every girl you fucking slaughtered, raped, and murdered cry each time.”Her voice was full of conviction, eyes almost teary as she relive all the times she was forced to question the man. It was hard the first few times talking to him. Never would she have thought of standing against him in court; not in a way of representing other people and not the name of her mother.“So I offered my clients the extra service.” snapping out of her thoughts, she put on her infamous smirk. “Say hi to the camera, they’ll be watching this.” Legacy crouched down, showing him where it is by pointing at it with her gun. She smiled and nodded as she waved its way as well.“I said look there!” a gun fired due to her furry. Every little of him angered her, even his eyes being off the camera after seconds of staring at it. Legacy cocked her gun again, pointing it directly at Mr. Hiroshi’s temple.“Savor this, Hiroshi. It’ll be the last time you’ll stare at me with that filthy eyes of yours.” the lady exclaimed nonchalantly as her emotions started getting the best of her. She definitely would not believe it if someone told her this day would come, having a well-thought-out plan on how to kill Vicente Hiroshi.A tear escaped her right eye, falling on the man’s knees which made him look up at her. Both their eyes met, but it beholds nothing. No fear, no rage— all emptiness.“This is not just for my clients. This is for my mother.” sobbing for the last time, she wiped her eye and shook her body off the emotions. With the knife she was polishing a while ago, she vigorously slashed the cloth taped in his mouth, gashing his cheeks at the same time.“Celestine” a low voice came from his mouth, hoarse from the lack of moisture after days of being captivated. Her name uttered by the man made her ears ring in rage. “Do not talk when I did not tell you to, Hiroshi.” angered, Legacy sat on his left.There next to him she remembered the way her mother screamed. Esika was only 6 at the time her mother was murdered in front of her. Confused and lost was the only ever feeling she felt that night. Not terror, not even fear as she watches her father do horrid things to her mother.“A Liar! How dare you con me like that? How dare you lie to me about something so big!?” She heard her father shouting nonstop. And being the kid that she is, she found herself standing on the doorframe of her parent’s room. There she saw her father raping her mother and her trying to fight for her life.“Please, stop!” squirming, her mother could only do so much under the force and body of her father. It all rang in her ears, the yelps and cries for help from her mom. But she wasn’t able to do anything, she was only a child who didn’t know better than to watch the scene unfold before her.Esika’s eyes only jolted from staring when she saw her father taking out a gallon and pouring it all over the body of her mother who lies weak on their bed after being used, hands tied on the headboard.“This is for tricking me and making me believe I was the only one you ever loved. You might have had a family before me that you’ve hidden through all these years, but there surely would be no one after me.”After that, all Esika saw was the body of her mother being engulfed in flames as she cries and plea mercy from her husband.“Eskié, darling” was the last word her mother had ever uttered. It was as if she accepted her fate after. At the age of 6, she witnessed her mother being eaten alive by the fire her father intentionally caused.“You look just like Celestina” the mention of the name snapped her flashback. Her gaze shoots upon Hiroshi, igniting finally the hidden flame in her.“Never speak of my mother ever again!” the woman shouted in anger. She never liked hearing the name of her mother, not from her brother, and definitely not from the man in front of her.“Why did you end up like this, Esika? What happened to you?” the man asked, voice still nonchalant but now with a hint of emotion beneath it.“It all started when I first saw you at the court 2 years ago.” Legacy started. She stood right in front of him, playing with her gun as she tells him her story. “Who would have thought that the face I hated the most would come back again and haunt me.”“You know what, I dreamed of becoming a lawyer after mother died. I thought maybe I could give her the justice she deserved. But after seeing you win your cases against my clients all of the time, it has awoken me.”Legacy marched her way to his back, patting her hands on his shoulders. “It was clear to me that in this country’s justice system, the justice for my mother is farther to be achieved than a star you can never reach.”“And that is why I’m here with you today, to finish it all off. You made me the way that I am, father” She walked back in front of him, pointing her beloved gun down his middle region.“This dick made me, but along me living was my desire to kill it. Not only did fire kill my mother, but this did too.” with that, she pulled the trigger. The second thing she knew he was screaming in agony and pain.“Sshh, you don’t want to disturb people around, do you?” Esika placed a smile on her face as she ties a cloth back in his mouth. She did a last check if the chains are well locked up then she was good to go. She walked backward, relishing the look of pain on the face of her father.She looked back at her father one last time, seeing how poor his condition is yet Esika felt no remorse. That’s when she knew she did the right thing.“Alab, I did it.” she sobbed, her phone pressed against her ears, her buddy on the other end as she finally walked out on the highway, getting inside her car.“Congratulations, Legacy, or should I say, Eskié.” a snicker was heard from the voice on the phone, earning a smile from her. What a relief, she must say. It felt as if a bug lump was taken out of her throat. She heaved a sigh of relief before starting her ignition.“I knew you could do it"Eskié was awoken by her brother from reminiscing about her first-ever undercover work.“Morning, dear sister. What was running in your mind just minutes ago?” Senti sat his coffee down, arranging his things yet still managing to give her his focus.“Mother.” she heaved. Her brother didn’t get to even know her and grew up resenting the woman, but he would forever offer his shoulder for her to cry on whenever she remembered their mother. At the end of the day, it was still the woman who birthed them.All Senti offered was a reassuring smile, something that always puts her at ease. Smiling back, she breathed a sigh and stood up from her seat.As they were enjoying their coffee, she heard a loud bang coming from her neighbor, Inaya."OH MY GOD! MY BAG!" the two laughed, thinking she might have tripped over and dropped her precious bag. Inaya is a good friend of her for years already. They started out quite rough as the lady was your typical party girl with so much attitude.Esika had always complained about the loud noises coming from her neighbor when Inaya first moved in next door. But then later on, they clicked. No one knows how or why, they just did."Ang ingay talaga niyan, ang aga aga." she exclaimed, jokingly annoyed on the morning mess. Either way, she still messaged the lady asking if everything's okay. As she got a quite messy reply, she knew Inaya was fine. A smile was brought into her face as she started to move with her things on her hands.“Off to the firm? Gusto mo bang ihatid kita?" he asked as Eskié fixes her things. Heading his way, the lady then put a little peck on his cheek, something they love to do to show fondness for each other before they go separate ways.“No need! I’ll be with Alab, kuya.” she smiled at him, slipping on her shoes. “I’ll get going na, take care.” Eskié said lastly before she strutted herself out and immediately picked up a call.“I have someone who’d love to avail of your service. I’ll bring her to you downtown” it was Alab. He’s definitely someone who carries most of her clients in, having been working in quite a similar field.“Sure, I’m on my way now. Discuss my rates with her so it’ll be quicker later.” he knows it too well, I mean, he was the one who got her in this undercover shits.“Good thing I have enough gasoline supply for this one. Ang mahal ng gas, ano.” the woman exclaimed, having a light conversation with the man after discussing the most horrendous ways of killing someone with the client just a while ago.“You and your love for arson” Alab laughed. They now both walk down the street to get their usual coffee at their favorite café after sealing a deal for Legacy. Eskié laughed it off as well. Something about fire freezes her soul, turning her to be the monster that she is. For its fumes had swallowed her young, it imbedded a memory lasting for a lifetime in her mind.“It reminded me of mother”