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Faster at engineering and design than a speeding bullet, mentally stable as francium in a bathtub full of petrol. Michael Furze works in one of many safehouse-workshops where all sorts of mechanical things can come rolling, crawling, bouncing or rocketing out of their doors. He maintains a video channel showcasing all of his personal work, including but not limited to various home made 'household appliances', jets, noisemakers, bikes, cars, fireworks displays, even rudimentary combat and lifting frames.
Short blonde hair with the occasional burn mark or spot of grease, pale skin, blue eyes and a wiry body that's covered in sores and scars, with a pair of heavily modified cybernetic arms that serve as his on-hand toolbox, able to produce all a matter of tools in a flash from his fingertips, wrist and forearm. His posture is slouched forward from sitting down all day, and the weight of his arms doesn't help.
Michael was diagnosed by the Consortium with acute mania, and enjoys every moment of it. He was also diagnosed with asperger syndrome after he had serious trouble forming relationships with people who do not share his passion for invention, or staying still during the interview. He was only lured to work for the consortium because of the resources he'd have available.
He has, occasionally, been known to mass produce 'armies of robots' based on popular Emrys Industries designs for whatever particular need or purpose strikes his fancy. Michael enjoys reverse engineering them at a mechanical level, though he sometimes forgets about having them at all, leading to the occasional incident where a robot army is holding up traffic by dancing in the street, in sync, to Super Earbrickers Unite. He has robots, lots of them. He doesn't need friends unless they have something for him to do, or something to show him.
Yes, this man is Colin Furze's Nepleslian cousin, why do you ask?