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CLEON XIII (FOUNDATION)

“Brother Day is one of the three ruling clone-emperors of the Galactic Empire alongside his immediate predecessor, Brother Dusk, and Brother Dawn, his successor-in-waiting. As part of the system of the Genetic Dynasty designed by Cleon I, Brother Dawn ascends to the middle throne, becoming Day the ruling Emperor with his elder to advise him and his younger to train. When Dusk becomes too old, he becomes Brother Darkness and is euthanised. Brother Day, by then an elderly man, becomes the new Dusk while Dawn ascends to the middle throne as the new Brother Day. An infant Brother Dawn is awoken and handed to Day to raise as his own. As the primary Cleon, protocol states that he should never leave Trantor to ensure his safety.”

This particular instantiation is Cleon XIII, although he and his brothers are all typically known and referred to as 'Empire' in public by their subjects and servants. Is mostly only called Brother Day in terms of internal palace affairs, where it's necessary to distinguish between the clones.

Possesses healing nanobots in his bloodstream, and wears a bracelet around his wrist which projects an Imperial aura: a personal forcefield which shields him from damage but also from touch. (Which means, yes, he's also incredibly touch-starved.) Personality-wise, Cleon XIII is much like the other Cleons: hotheaded, cruel, vindictive, calculating, but also capable of being charming when the moment calls for it — and sometimes compassionate, but only once in a blue moon. Is detached and aloof from most everyday concerns and people; has trouble relating to the average person for about a million different reasons, although he genuinely loves his clone family.

A formative childhood experience for this Cleon was witnessing Hari Seldon's trial and inflammatory predictions, and the mathematician's proclamation that the unchanging Genetic Dynasty was doomed due to its very stagnation. Though he'd like to claim to be unfazed, that forewarning burrowed itself into his mind and has been quietly bothering him ever since, and so he's started to foray outside the predictable rut and predictable behaviour expected from every Cleon. He's also resolved to try to be less hotheaded than his predecessors. ("You have bequeathed me an Empire rent by impulsive action. The same will not be said of me.")


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BACKTAGGING: always yes! i can be incredibly slow and will backtag into forever.

WRITING STYLE: present-tense prose vaguely preferred, but i'll happily match brackets.

PHYSICAL CONTACT: typically no. you're not allowed to touch the personification of empire. his only rare physical contact is the occasional sexual gratification with concubines whose memories are wiped after the encounter. (that said, this is exactly why cleon would yearn for additional touch even if he knows he shouldn't.)

MENTAL CONTACT: he would hate it, but i welcome it.

FIGHTING/INJURY: no; although he's a competent marksman, and in a pinch he could use his imperial aura to project a propulsive blast to push someone away.

WRITING INTERESTS: digging into the complicated, fucked-up family dynamic between the brothers dawn, day, and dusk, and their mother-slash-wife-slash-companion demerzel. carrying the heavy burden of making the tough calls for the good of an entire empire, even when it's seen as ruthless or evil. cleon xiii's tiny fledgling seed of compassion, particularly for his 'son' dawn. cross-canon options: grandiose space opera, mingled space fantasy royalty like star wars or dune, or things with sentient robots.

SHIPPING: in terms of canonmates: i am absolutely here for demerzel, even if his relationship with her is more toxic and warped than her original relationship with cleon i.

not down for shipping the clones.

otherwise, cross-canon m/f or m/m welcome, although he would be Hard Mode: idk who would be the best match for a vindictive mass-murdering personification of Empire, but i would probably enjoy tackling the challenge. an arranged political marriage to another powerful space opera ruler? a fellow cutthroat pragmatist who understands the necessary evil of sacrificing the few for the many, when your flock consists of tens of thousands of worlds? or possibly a more kind-hearted political type who can try to sway him towards a gentler path? or a concubine that he starts to develop a soft spot for and lets her keep her memories? idk, let's talk.

ftb or smut are both okay, but i prefer some buildup for the latter. please please please let me get to write how a mere touch to the wrist can pretty much bowl him over because of how unused he is to it.

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Cleon xiii
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