1. Caius

Caius is an angry, angry man, the only one of the kings without a gift. The only reason he’s been allowed to perch on the royal throne in the first place is due to his lapdog loyalty to Aro (cough cough Didyme murder). He is his right hand, the person Aro can trust with any secret and any job and as a reward for such lovely behaviour our talentless Caius gets to enjoy eternal rule over the vampire world. But it doesn’t take away from the anger he must feel at his perceived inadequacy, seeing as even derelict Marcus has a gift so powerful, so precious that he’s literally being chained to his throne by the powers of Chelsea while Caius, no doubt the greatest and most worthy vampire in his own mind, has nothing. I do believe it makes him irate and really hurts his already fragile ego, resulting in him being the most purposefully vicious of the three - he doesn’t just disdain humans, he despises them, abhors them as creatures so insignificant they’re not even worthy to crawl underneath his feet. Caius is violent but not overly sadistic so if he gets to eat you enjoy a very painful but relatively quick death as he can’t be bothered listening to the whines and groans of some withering creature touching his delicate ears.

This attitude is, of course, reflected in his clothing choices - a red silken scarf draped elegantly around his neck a la 1950s suicidal MGM moviestar, a matching red shirt tucked into black fitted trousers with a pair of slick black shoes covered by a weighty cloak made of rich dark velvet to signify his status and his ancient origin - all semi-modern human inventions that he decides to robe himself in, yet without particular style or purpose. He will pick and choose whatever he likes of the human fashions (colour-wise specifically, look at this blazing angry shade of red on him, a reflection of his temperament and his nature) showcasing his absolute disdain for the trends of the living in the process. You will never catch him interested in the latest human obsessions, silly things that the living are dying for (pun intended). How idiotic.

2. Aro

Aro is fascinating as he too despises humans but, unlike Caius, doesn’t loathe them. To him they’re as occasionally intriguing as his own personal ant colony in a jar that he likes to stir every once in a while, destroying their habitats and taking their lives, observing the upheaving chaos of it all with mild amusement. After all, it really alleviates the boredom of eternal life… for a couple of hours. This ‘interest’ in humans is nothing more than a façade as Aro is just as indifferent and as vicious as his brother. But, after all, he is deliciously manipulative and wonderfully dramatic so why shouldn’t he appear dashingly charming, even to the lowest of the low? Your death is surprisingly swift and almost painless as you won’t register much except the wild blood-red eyes of your killer as they gaze into your fading ones with fading amusement.

Aro is the most ‚modern’ looking of the three, his 2 piece suit sharp and custom-made, his trousers fitted and ironed to perfection. He lacks the heavy robe that drapes over the backs of his brothers, there’s no west or other garment to be found underneath his impeccably simple suit - how thoroughly contemporary! Yet Aro’s ‘modern air’ is but a ruse, a mirage crafted carefully to distract you from the fact that you’re in the presence of an ancient king, a vicious creature of the night. He’s also the only one not wearing a tie, or any neck adornment for that matter, another layer that adds to his deceptively modern look. Ah, my darling manipulator

3. Marcus

Marcus’s indifference towards humans is his indifference towards everything. What care has he about the lives of some puny creatures that he is drains for breakfast, lunch and dinner? What do they matter to him, these stupid foolish beings while the only thing he can muster interest in is their hot blood that he’s required by nature to desire? He pays them as much thought as he pays attention to the clothes he’s wearing. When he eats, your death will be slow and unhurried but not because Marcus is savouring every single drop of your blood. He simply sees no point in rushing, no point in thirsting, no reason in throwing his dinner around. You’ll fade gradually and try as you might to look into the eyes of your doom he won’t see you. He doesn’t hide from you but simply doesn’t acknowledge you, as if you’re not really there. And to him you truly aren’t. Nothing is.