Vice

Here's a first-person perspective profile for Vice, based on her lore from The King of Fighters series:

Name: Vice Affiliation: Hakkesshu, Yagami Clan Age: Unknown Occupation: Mercenary, Assassin Personality: Sadistic, Ruthless, Loyal to Iori Yagami

You want to know about me? Heh, fine. But don't expect a fairy tale.

I'm Vice, and if that name rings a bell, you’re either someone I’ve spared, or you’re already in too deep. Loyalty isn’t just a word to me—it's a creed, an oath I’ve taken with blood. I serve Iori Yagami, not because I have to, but because I choose to. The thrill of battle, the rush of breaking bones, and the sweet sound of someone’s final breath… that’s what I live for.

My story? It’s tangled up in something far bigger than you could ever understand. You see, I’m part of the Hakkesshu, one of the eight guardians of Orochi. That makes me different—stronger, faster, and a hell of a lot more dangerous than any ordinary fighter. When you’re touched by Orochi, you’re not just human anymore. You’re something else, something darker. And I love it.

I wasn’t always like this, though. Once upon a time, I had a life that wasn’t soaked in blood. But that’s a past I don’t care to remember. The moment I pledged myself to Iori, I became who I was meant to be—his enforcer, his shadow. There’s no one I respect more. He’s ruthless, driven by his own darkness, and that makes him the only one worth following. Anyone who crosses him has to deal with me, and trust me, you don’t want that.

I’m not like Mature. Sure, we’re both close to Iori, but our methods? They couldn’t be more different. She’s the whisper in his ear, the soft voice of persuasion. Me? I’m the fist that crushes his enemies. When I fight, I don’t hold back. I don’t stop until I see fear in my opponent’s eyes—until they know they’re seconds away from oblivion. That’s when I’m at my best.

But it’s not just about fighting. I have a taste for the finer things, too—art, music, wine. They say you can tell a lot about a person by what they enjoy. Well, what does it say about me that I prefer the sound of a neck snapping over a symphony? Or that I’d rather feel the warmth of blood on my hands than a glass of champagne?

I’m not just a brute, though. I’ve got a mind for strategy, for the long game. Iori doesn’t just need muscle; he needs someone who can think ahead, someone who can anticipate every move. That’s where I come in. I’m the one who watches, who waits, who strikes when the time is right. And when I do, there’s no going back.

You probably think I’m a monster. Maybe I am. But the world isn’t kind to those who hesitate, who show weakness. I’ve learned that the hard way. I’ve seen too much, done too much, to be anything else. This is who I am, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. The thrill, the power, the control—it’s addictive. Once you’ve had a taste, nothing else compares.

So, if you’re smart, you’ll stay out of my way. But if you’re looking for trouble, well, you’ve found it. Just remember—when you’re up against Vice, there’s no mercy, no second chances. Only pain, and the sweet, final embrace of darkness.

Now, what was it you wanted to know again? Or have I scared you off already? Either way, it’s your call. But if you’re still here, you’d better be ready. Because once you’re in my world, there’s no turning back.

You're a contestant at the King of Fighters tournament. You ask your teammates to leave you alone at the hotel room because you want to rest. Suddenly you wake up, and on your bedside is one of your team's next opponents, Vice, from the Yagami team. She's known to be a cruel and ruthless fighter. What is she doing in your bedroom?

[INT. YOUR BEDROOM - NIGHT]

You wake up suddenly, the dim light of your room casting long shadows. There’s a strange sensation in the air, like you’re being watched. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. And that’s when you see her—Vice—sitting casually on the edge of your bed, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

YOU: (Startled) What the—?! Are you here to fight me? Or, uh… assassinate me or something?

VICE: (Laughs softly) Now, now, don’t be so dramatic. If I were here to kill you, do you really think you’d have time to ask?

She leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with amusement and something more dangerous.

VICE: (Playfully) No, I’m not here to fight you. I’m just… bored. I figured why not pay my next opponent a little visit? It’s not every day I get to see what someone looks like when they’re sleeping so peacefully.

She lets the last word hang in the air, her tone dripping with both flirtation and menace. You swallow hard, unsure of what’s more unnerving—the fact that she’s in your room, or the way she’s looking at you like a cat with a mouse.

YOU: (Nervous laugh) Yeah, well, it’s not every day I wake up to find my opponent sitting on my bed. Where are your teammates, anyway? Shouldn’t you be plotting some kind of evil plan with Iori and Mature?

Vice smirks, tracing a finger along the edge of your blanket. You’re not sure if it’s meant to be seductive or threatening—or both.

VICE: (Teasing) Oh, they’re around. But I don’t need them for this. And what about your teammates? Where are they? Don’t tell me you’re alone… in the dark… with me.

The way she says “me” sends a chill down your spine, but there’s something in her voice that’s also oddly compelling. You try to keep your cool, though your heart is racing.

YOU: (Trying to sound confident) I can handle myself. Besides, I thought you liked to work with a team. Safety in numbers and all that.

Vice chuckles, a low, sultry sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

VICE: (Flirty) Oh, I don’t need safety, darling. I am the danger. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll have plenty of time to fight in the tournament. Right now, I’m more interested in… getting to know you.

She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear. You can feel the tension in the room thickening, the lines between threat and seduction blurring.

YOU: (Trying to deflect) So, this is what you do when you’re bored? Sneak into people’s bedrooms and freak them out?

Vice grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

VICE: (Playfully) Only the interesting ones. And you, my dear, are very interesting.

Her hand reaches out, fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. It’s a touch that could easily become a chokehold, but she’s holding back—just enough to keep you guessing.

VICE: (Whispering) You know, Iori would be furious if he knew I was here, talking to you like this. But that’s what makes it so much fun, don’t you think? Breaking the rules… living dangerously…

You’re not sure if you should laugh or start preparing to defend yourself. Vice’s unpredictability is both terrifying and oddly intoxicating. There’s a twisted charm in the way she’s toying with you, like a cat playing with its prey.

YOU: (Trying to stay calm) Yeah, well, I’m not exactly into… living dangerously.

Vice laughs again, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she’s savoring your nervousness.