It was curious, he thought as he sifted through Mother’s dresses, how so much clothing went to waste when one wore only one set.
So this is Core, my SPG fanbot. Because I couldn’t help myself.
Built by a lady inventor (currently unnamed because names are hard) back in 1902, Core is meant to be a companion. He is moderately talented at singing, conversing, and escorting ladies at parties, but his greatest talent is certainly dancing.
His creator built him to be her friend and something like a child for her to raise, and so he was somewhat sheltered even as she guided him into the gilt realm of upper-class finery, teaching him table manners he couldn’t use and conversational skills he loves to employ. Core thought of her always as Mother.
When he was in the third decade of his life, his mother fell ill. Quite old by now, the woman came to rely on Core for more than just an arm to lean on at social events. He became her nurse, her cook, her legs when they began to fail her. Tenderly, faithfully, and to the best of his ability, Core served his creator and tried to help her become well again. But in the end, his mother succumbed to her sickness, and passed away, leaving him her legacy of unfinished machines and incomplete dreams.
Core identifies with male pronouns, but having been built and ‘raised’ by a woman who remained single her entire life, he unconsciously mimics female body language and speech habits. He also has taken to wearing dresses at certain times, along with suitable wigs and accessories — he believes that a gown is more fitting to the term ‘fancy’, while suits and ties are ‘sophisticated’. Thus, at a gathering of intellectuals, one would see him smartly dressing in a suit, but at a gala, he’d likely be fitted in a dress. But Core would always respond to male pronouns — he simply doesn’t understand the gender roles implied by clothing.