TL;DR: Ennai is a Raven.
Ennai identified herself as a fox when she was young. She thought herself clever, athletic, playful, curious, capable, and companionable under the right circumstances. She enjoyed people and conversation, but she was always a bit of a contradiction, coming off as both...
Ennai would rather avoid fighting, despite the rush she gets from it. She's aware that anything can happen in a fight and that they're best avoided. Despite relying predominantly on analysis and short term strategy to get by and avoid conflict, Ennai tends to be reactive. She finds long term...
Ennai plunked down with her Very Mucho burrito with a side of chips, 3 different salsas, cucumbers, chilies, jalepeños, grilled onions, and a lime Jarritos in tow. She picked up the massive burrito, examining all its angles with appreciation, elbows propped up on the table in the way that's only...
Ennai was making arrangements on her cell for clean up and pick up when Zack asked a question that made her look up and genuinely smile for the first time in ages.
"That," Ennai beamed, "is an excellent question."
She looked at him curiously.
"They wouldn't be that hard to sell if you already...
One of my favorite memories happened on a sunny day in 1992. I was playing All-Star softball in the summer, and both my parents had shown up, which was a rarity. I ended up carpooling more often than not, but a lot of times Dad drove. Mom had been sequestering herself for what felt like eternity...
Tick tock.
Ennai idly thought about the how the moment of the heist was getting further and further away. The longer they took to get involved, the harder a case it would be to solve and the less neat it would be to wrap up. The dolls were a minor theft, low priority, but it seemed like it...
Ennai walked in with a skip in her step, cheeks slightly reddened by the cold, and smiling brightly. She had spent a solid hour wrapping the bottle of whiskey she had bought Chase. It was wrapped in brown paper folded over so that it fit snuggly around the bottle showing clearly that it was...
Ennai looked over the Junior Detectives. They were an interesting lot. Their profiles said a lot about them, but it was different seeing them in person. It was nice. It had been a long time since she had been in a room this easy to breathe in.
They weren't agents yet. They weren't...
Ennai had packed up her supplies into the GMC cargo truck she had driven out of LA and into the desert. It was bulky and less agile than she would have liked, but its tan color mollified its conspicuousness, and it had enough space for all of her supplies. She drove the vehicle back to the...
Ennai took a deep breath sweat condensed on her skin, fighting off the oppressive heat. She looked up at the fanless ceiling accusingly, cathartically wishing she could just destroy the whole building. She cursed trying to feel any hint of the breeze from outside through the windows to little...
Universe: ACME Retro
Name: Ennai
Age: 23
Profession: Guest-Instructor, CIA Consultant
Notes: A Bay Area native, born to immigrant parents, Ennai spent much of her early childhood traveling. She has completed her undergraduate degree in criminal psychology, has been a disciplined student of...
Actually, the only thing that wasn't stolen at the Louvre's Apollo Gallery is the Regent Diamond, figure no one would take it because something to do with a curse.