Alright, alright. I'm hopping on the CDC bandwagon for something fresh. Although I'll miss the interaction with Ward. Might have to make a secondary character at some point. Anyhow, Emery's gonna get some sprucing up and I'll dump the sheet in here for feedback in a bit.
Name: Emmerich Watcher
Age: 37
Occupation: CIA Open Source Officer
Specialties:
Multilingual Fluency: English, Russian, Spanish, French, Somalian, Arabic, German, American Sign Language
Interrogation & Interviewing
Computer Proficiency
Armed Combat
Unarmed Combat
Private Piloting
Family Life: Married with children, biological family deceased prior to outbreak, separated from wife and children in accordance to CDC entry
Hair: Black
Eyes: Light Hazel
Weight: 190lbs
Blood Type: B-
Immune: Yes
Gear: CDC equipment, framed family photographs
Personality: Emery is driven, serious, and observant. He possesses an above average intellect, not approaching genius level, but certainly greater than the general populace. Along with that he is slightly narcissistic, mildly sociopathic, and very materialistic. His relations with colleagues and family can be described as distant and forced by those that might look too closely, but to most he seems the ideal neighbor, coworker, and friend -even if he considers them a rather largely unnecessary nuisance=. Many people have found him charmingly dynamic, but those that are truly perceptive or the few that have known him best can tell that he is an intensely shallow character. He has considered himself to have had very few friends in his lifetime, though many would boldly claim otherwise. Those that he does manage to connect with he values dearly. When he can be among a group of the handful of people in his life that he not only tolerates but fully appreciates as well, he is at his best. When he can talk freely and unwind from the massive charade that a vast majority of his life is, he is at his best. Otherwise, he generally feels detached from those around him and will do his best to remain active through various means to dull the roar of introspection clawing at the back of his mind. While he endorses the ideal "Think you before you act.", he's been known on occasion to act erratically or immaturely simply to avoid deeper thought.
Background:
Emery's early life was mostly uneventful, though it is where most of his peculiarities stem. The third of four children, he was born into a shitty, run down neighborhood that his parents had settled in. Sirens and gunshots were regular ambiance and without the upstairs neighbors partying long into the night, it just didn't feel like home. Before his second birthday, his parents either decided they were too good for that lifestyle or their children were. They heaved the kids and what little they had to a slightly less trashy area in a whole new state. Over the next decade, his mother juggled nursing school, a night job, and an afternoon daycare while his father worked with computers and watched the kids around her schedule. It was a hectic lifestyle that they were too young to manage, yet miraculously they did, though not without a few setbacks. Emery's oldest sibling was fairly well behaved and even tempered and with a four year age difference she quickly became responsible for what her parents couldn't be. The second eldest yearned for his parent's attention, far too young to comprehend the immense sacrifices his parents were making to provide for them. He acted out regularly and a cycle of atrocious behavior formed that carried on well into his adult life. Emery on the other hand was quiet and withdrawn. Intensely introverted, he spent more time in his own head than he did interacting with others. More times than not, he was entirely forgotten at home. Family and friends could visit for days and neither see nor hear a sign of him. The only time he seemed to take interest in those outside his immediate family was if he had a question that they would have an answer to. At school things were relatively the same. The other children flocked to his brother, the rebel, but neglected to even acknowledge Emery, so he simply avoided them. Teachers though, found themselves increasingly invested in his budding mind. His voracious curiosity and appetite for knowledge, coupled with an impressive ability to process and understand information often left them stunned. Letters were sent home constantly advising his parents to appeal for early advancements, but the pair never found the time and arrangements were never made. It was then that he faced his first of many bouts with anger.
By the time Emery had entered middle school, his family had moved ten times, each new home a small bit larger, each new town a small bit nicer. His mother, a full fledged registered nurse now worked privately with children with special needs while his father taught at a local university. Finally, they had settled down, but the unfamiliarity of actual stability was jarring to Emery and he once again felt overwhelmed with anger. Rather than undergo the costly and lengthy process of therapy sessions, his parents opted to join a local church years before they settled down. They had hoped that the religious community might help to mold their children and they were mostly right. It instilled a strong moral code within Emery and gave him composure that could abate his rage. Rather than growing furious with a situation, he learned to accept that it was simply out of his control and found peace. Still, the ever curious, thoughtful mind of his whirred with more questions than answers. How could a god that loves all his creation leave them to their own devices to corrupt and destroy what he loves? Why would he choose to watch over and guide a family like his and not one of the poverty stricken, war torn, starving nations of the world? How could an all powerful, all knowing being sit idly by as bigoted politicians with their own selfish agendas guided the world without all the facts? He found issue at every turn, becoming increasingly disgusted with a religion that could worship such an uninterested "god" and any who might claim it as their own. However even with that, it would be many more years before he stopped attending church and even more before he decidedly discounted the existence of a higher power.
Soon the anger was back, but more sour and brooding. Before middle school had ended he'd been faced with an existential crisis and the only ones he felt he could talk to, his parents, followed their faith so blindly they wouldn't acknowledge a hint of worth in his issue. Deflated and devalued, Emery lost interest in school and felt as though his life had no real purpose. He had no friends to speak of, his family only put up with him because they were obligated to, there was little worth in the peace he'd found that helped quiet his anger. He wanted nothing more than to be done with all of it. Every night as he fought to sleep he found himself begging to whatever mercy God might have to spare him of his pain and just end his life. Every morning he'd wake up though and continue his normal routine: school, church, home. Over and over and over. At one point he met the young girl who would become his greatest friend, Mila. Now Mila was an entirely new breed to him. Short haired, tomboy, freethinking Mila got him out of his shell. She got him to loosen up and get out of his head first with music, then with the bottle. They became inseparable and she saved him from his depression. She was his first girlfriend, but later confessed to being gay, although not before introducing him to his future wife, Juliette.
Much like Mila, Emery and Juliette clicked instantly, effortlessly even. Her fun loving, thoughtful, caring demeanor complimented his stoic and reserved nature. She had a way right from the beginning of staring into you with those deep blue eyes and knowing you exactly for who you were, but loving you anyway. Bright, funny, persistent, and understanding she truly was the whole package. To date, she is the only person who has made him feel like he truly belonged. In honesty, before he'd met Mila he hadn't even known that it was something he wanted, but the moment he met Juliette he knew he never wanted to let it go. Throughout high school, the trio discussed life in the real world and things tended to be the same. Mila wanted to join the military, Marines specifically. She wanted the challenge, the adventure, the prestige. She felt college wasn't for her. Just a waste of time that most people feel obligated to, but for Emery college was a dream. He was ready to be done with the immaturity of high schoolers, and to leave his family far behind, and most of all to be able to learn more. Juliette mostly felt the same way, but for largely different reasons. By time graduation hit, both Mila and Emery were shipping off to Parris Island while Juliette attended a local culinary school. He could tackle his dream later, when he actually knew what he wanted to do with his life and it wouldn't send him plummeting into debt. Mila's ASVAB scores were mediocre and she shipped in under Logistics, but with Emery's stellar score he got a guaranteed Russian linguist spot.
Three months later a marine was born and his language training came shortly thereafter. Three years in and he was enjoying his work more than he'd imagined. He knew that if he got out now, thanks to his top secret clearance and experience, he'd be an asset to quite a few three letter agencies, but he was offered a HUMINT lat move that proved more rewarding. Four long years, two new languages, and a finished Masters Degree in International Affairs later, Emery followed the money, signing on with the NCS division of the CIA as a very well paid Language Officer. With a significant hiring bonus, language use payments, and a salary just shy of six figures, he was fully ready to enjoy all things money could buy. But first, now that he was finally settling down, he would get back in touch with Juliette. Throughout his enlistment they'd stayed close just as he had with Mila, but Juliette soon began visiting whenever possible and the two began intermittent relations between his frequent deployments. Finally, he could begin seeing her regularly again. After an additional year of training they finally married just before his next deployment. After five more years with the NCS he transferred back into analysis where his career began and has been working as a supervising open source officer.
As a legitimate spy, Emmerich is not at liberty to disclose many details about line of work with his family, but when the shit hit the fan and he was briefed on the CDC mission, he fully divulged all that he knew about the matter. He was assured that while he stayed in an undisclosed location, Juliette and their two kids, Jonas and Delilah, would remain safe at Ft. Leonard in Missouri until his release.
Government Interest: Foreign Affairs; Volun'told
