(JUST AN RP SAMPLE, AND DOESN'T HAVE ANY ACTUAL SIGNIFICANCE IN HISTORY OR ANYTHING; though it's not to say that Shiro might not have been able to look back into the past through some method...?)
The irony of origins, right? Fully aware of the fact--a point thankfully come to as a result of choosing the path of a magus--that her core was dictated by "Understanding", at times, particularly like these, she had a difficult time living up to that. Certainly, underwear was an existence that allowed for comfort. Presumably, abrasions in these areas as a result of friction from coarse clothing wouldn't be pleasant, but it wasn't like royalty was subject to clothing lacking in quality. So, then, why? Why did Shiro have to wear any?! If anything, all it meant now was to present modesty in apparel, but social instances weren't exactly a common occurrence for her, not to mention the less-than accommodating influences around her. Particularly in the field of clothing.
On this fine evening Shiro sported, as usual, on her lower half a high-cut skirt. But don't forget: she was living in the North Sugiuran Kingdom--the centre of all realms for technological innovation on a scale grander than ever touched. It was only natural that royalty such as herself lived in a castle, and that as a matter of course that castle had built in devices that regulated temperature. So it wasn't as if not wearing underwear would have affected her health whilst wearing a skirt.
Nevertheless, she reluctantly wore a pair of panties anyways. A pair--as in, two. One where it was meant to be worn, and another wrapped around her constant bedhead-hair. Why? For peaceful protest, of course! Existing at a state of duality, wearing underwear on her head was simultaneously an audacious move, yet carried a subtle message. That being? No underwear! There's no need to wear overlapping clothing if only for the sake of necessity in these circumstances. Albeit her mental development, intellectual prowess and maturity were two matters altogether.
Social convention was not a realm yet grasped for the young Shiro. Neither was the understanding of romantic and sensual matters, of which the latter heavily concerned. After all, the Multi-Realm Wide Lolicon Community would do nothing less than fully support words from the heart of the very being they worshipped, for lack of a better word. Well, no there certainly were better words at disposal, but a child's heart isn't so straight-forward; dramatisation is an important part of learning and growing.
And with all this in mind, Shiro quickly passed through the white barrier standing at the end of her room with dimensions not so dissimilar from a doorway. In a few steps from the drawer in her room to the hallway outside, she took notice to a few irregularities. Normally, she had automated programs and artificial creations dress her, as opposed to doing it herself. Not only that, but the barrier-door to her room was black. Normally, when locked rooms in the castle turned from white to black, white signifying it's open and free to enter, and black being locked. Shiro herself modified the barrier-door to her room last year when she first received her own room, finding the crassness of a pure-black entrance unpleasant. To her, it represented an ominous feeling she couldn't quite explain.
Normally, she would've stayed in confusion mulling over the irregularity. And as could be predicted, that was exactly what she failed to do. Instead, Shiro ignored the fact after giving it a moment of thought and walked away to her intended destination. Both the feeling and her corresponding reaction was somewhat surreal and languid. Of course, Shiro's usual demeanor took on the word, but only in an aesthetic sense. Her true feelings and state of mind were rarely ever that when legitimately awake. If anything, the feeling taken from her surroundings through her five--rather, six senses, was somewhat unstimulating.
As a result, the girl took to an unnecessary level of attention as she glanced around every corner of the enclosed hallway she walked down, meticulously drawing information from every bit. In particular, Shiro noticed an unusual wind-erosion rate of 0.0000000067%. Of course, in no way could such a rate whittle at the ceiling and floors of the hallway even after thousands of years. Even the wind-level was moderated within castle walls. At least, that's what most would comment on in astonishment had they been unaccustomed to North Sugiuran technology.
Shiro was not of the same litter. In fact, 0.0000000067% was a rate far higher than what she was normally accustomed to, though besides her even some pieces of Sugiuran technology wouldn't take notice to such a minimal level of wind-erosion to begin with. Well, Sugiuran technology from a few Full-Lunar Cycles , prior to Shiro's birth: a time some have come to--in her perspective--peculiarly refer to as an Age of Technological Revolution.
With a bit of effort given towards calculation of wind-speed, velocity and directional origin, Shiro's eyes swept over the tiled floors before stopping at one forty paces behind her. Of course, Shiro turned to take a look, but only for a moment as she quickly switched back and walked towards her initial destination. In that slight moment, she took notice to a cooling temperature that at it's height likely reached some 1114°K. It was the individual tile that heated, and based on the unchanged temperatures of the surrounding tiles, it must have been a sudden burst of temperature that quickly reached a high level before quickly falling. That temperature spike was presumably the cause of the slight difference in wind-erosion rates from the usual.
Strangely enough, a second gust of wind came by, reaching only an extremely slight level above the standard wind-erosion rates in passive: 0.000000002443%. Still though, it was higher than usual. In recollection, Shiro took notice to the crevice on the left side of the tile being some twenty million nanometres wider the crevice on the right side. Further delving into her memories buried under countless fogged thoughts, she recalled this mechanism.
Through super-heating these individual tiles when foreign substances layed on them--excluding someone or something walking on them, of which is differentiated via levels of pressure applied--essentially broke the elements down, and afterwards the tile would slightly protrude, slide out, and vacuum the air to remove the elements. To be specific, this was usually done to clean dust; yes, even a speck of dust was cleared from the castle floors.
In theory, this could be used defensively during an invasion with slight adjustments, of which Shiro had already considered and implemented some few months ago. Actually, with a vivid sense of deja vu Shiro recalled adjusting the systems prior as well when taking notice to these gusts of wind. It was odd that it reverted back to an inferior state. Perhaps a visit to the control rooms for a bit of maintenance was necessary? Or even a bit of remodeling? Such considerations were filed in her mind as she walked forth.
On that note, she also put into consideration the necessity in removing the presence of others when visiting the control room. Not even head operators of the castle's management--which happened to mainly be done via an automated network governed by IA--would be allowed to stay while she went to work. Reason being? Rather, reasons being? Setting aside her having to make adjustments herself--considering explaining what she wanted would be difficult to convey to those of, bluntly stated inferior intellect--Shiro disliked foreign gazes. Without even having to look at them, she could feel their stares on her back and the computer screens, watching in envy, reverence, admiration-; one of them even emitted the eerie feeling of romantic obsessiveness. Of course, not on the level of Kamui-niisan.
Initially, she conveyed her troubles to her twin brother and mother, both of whom she spent considerable time with in leisure. Of course, it was difficult for others to understand her strange disposition in reading not only the information off natural phenomena like wind currents, but people as well. That being said, the employees were certainly warned to be wary of their selves and interaction with Shiro, all parties not understanding it wasn't the interactions, but even their presences could be unpleasantly read.
Going back towards a passing though, could an adaptive IA be created? Well, of course they can, and it's been done on multiple occasions. Her thoughts were more centred towards creating one specifically designed to keep up with her. Aware that she wasn't some sort of god, to create a partner that could be shaped perfectly in knowledge, personality, and perhaps even emotion? That was a pleasant thought. Unfortunately, it didn't seem feasible under the authority of her elders. When a similar concept was previously proposed, in which an artificial existence was to keep her company during times others could not, the idea was hastily avoided. Soon enough, she drew stares of pity, disgust, and judgement. Was it really so immoral to have an inorganic conscience without a soul as a suitable companion?
By the time this thought came to an end Shiro already stood before the barrier-door of her mother's quarters, only three rooms down. All the actions taken up to now, since she exited her own room, spanned within 14442333 microseconds. In a sheepish tone bordering a whisper, Shiro voiced out in her usual languid demeanor."Mama? May I enter?"
Evidently, it was mannered for one to announce themselves before intruding, which was only further stressed in times like these when the black of night starkly contrasted their treasured moon that hung like another planet far into the sky. Even despite Shiro's reluctance to recognise similar inefficient conventions, it wasn't as if she utterly lacked tact, thus enacting them nonetheless. Taking notice to a slight increase in humidity seeping from the top of the barrier-door, she had only just seen that the room was unlocked. A strange foreboding sense crawled down Shiro's spine as she took into account the raised humidity likely caused by a shower or bath. In which case, the question once more begged: why was the room unlocked?
The second she entered, her mind entered a state of overdrive. Her mother, wearing nothing but a bath towel was intensively staring at a wine-glass with a bottle over it, an unknown male figure pouring a fairly thick liquid from bottle to glass. With just a minor glance Shiro could analyse it's composition, taking note to it being aged human blood, laced with an unknown substance including chemicals that could potentially have adverse effects on the mind when put into specific compounds."..??"
Standing at the door taking care to take in the scene before her, Shiro stood in confusion unusually failing to understand why what was evidently a demon was in such close proximity to her mother, pouring her a glass of what could essentially be defined as poison. In a moment, her mother lifted the glass to drink, and for some reason a fear poured over Shiro in a manner never before felt. Having felt fear before, particularly an instinctive fear for herself and her well-being on an occasion in which she was met with her Eldest Brother, the sensation induced this time was a sort of feeling of fear for another. Fear of loss, perhaps?
Despite her internal disposition and infatuation with the result of "understanding", this wasn't a moment Shiro could entirely comprehend. Particularly because it was the first time she could draw such dark emotions from a being, as a sense of deception and alternative motives seeped from his seductive smile that--to Shiro--screamed active danger. All she knew was she experienced four things within the span of a single second for the first times of her life. These aforementioned dark emotions, a new sense of fear, her usually half-opened eyes for once spread wide, and the foreign sensation of a strained voice as she screamed out."MAMA, DON'T-!"
The crust in the corner of her eyes were vividly felt upon the regression of her eyelids. Taking a moment to adjust focus, before her was the ceiling--nothing particularly different. In a glance around the room, once more there stood the barrier-door, it's colourful signifying the room was locked. But, it was a light blue?
Some elements of her personality intended to have come across:
- Level of intellect and not only calculation skills, but simply drawing information from whatever resource available, going beyond passive effects including winds, substance compositions, but even reactions and the emotions of others bordering the level of it being an actual supernatural ability.
- A sense of isolation, generated by multiple factors. The main two include a level of intellect that results in being a difficult-to-understand person as the cliche goes, as well as a preference for efficiency thus taking a not-so-accepting stand on many social conventions that are designed to respect the emotions and wishes of others
- Selfishness is a major one, considering the prior mention of her lack of consideration towards other's emotions. The roleplay sample makes note of her having tact, but much of the roleplay sample is written in a manner told somewhat in her perspective, though not to the extent of 1st person writing. Furthermore, she takes things into her own hands without much consideration towards the alternatives, only striving single mindedly with her own ambitions in mind (which is sparsely even implicitly referenced).
- Arrogance is also a major element. To be fair, it's not misplaced as she's regarded as a Genius of the Sugiurans, even amongst the ranks of the Northern Kingdom which happens to be the most technologically advanced union in all the realms. Hopefully upon reading it a sense of annoyance was felt after reading over the parts referencing her arrogance to the extent of her pretty much outright looking down on others. It was to the point that at some point she was compared to a god, and although it was stated "she wasn't a god", the mere comparison is supposed to elude to another level of presumptuousness.
- Naturally given her age, she's still immature, and that was hopefully conveyed. Especially towards the end, where she was trying to sort out what she was seeing, which blindsided her before inducing an emotion in a manner never felt before, which to a child and especially one who hasn't experienced such a sensation before, affected her mentality adversely to a point of stagnancy.
- With a vastly different sense of morality to the common folk, particularly mentioned when she thought of literally making her own friend, her standpoint towards several matters concerning societal 'right and wrong' was to be brought to light, foreshadowing her future decisions that could easily go against everyone else's opinions, particularly on matters concerning effectiveness of actions that take into consideration morals.
- As aforementioned, she's presumptuous, but moreso than presumptuous she's assuming of details considering she can discern emotions, but not necessarily understand the reason before that emotion. For example, when people expressed disgust, pity and judgment, she misinterpreted these feelings to be a negative opinion on her literally making herself a friend, but it might have just been that these feelings were towards the creation of an adaptive AI as a whole. We all know about what happens in Terminator and the possibilities of creating sentient beings for a singular purpose. Bad idea.