Colleen Kix

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Homemade characters created for Omaha the Cat Dancer fan fiction

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Birth name: Colleen Kix

Aliases: 

Place of Birth: Unknown 

Species type: Lapine

Family: Unknown

Friends: Susan "Omaha" Jensen

Marital Status: Single 

Legal Status: No criminal record

Allies: Joanne Follet,

Known Enemies: Chuck Katt

Base of Operations: Mipple City, Minnasota 

Education: College grad, Journalism major

Occupation: Journalist, Prostitute 

Group Affiliation: DeRoc Associate Press

Former Affiliations: Unknown

Height: 5'6

Eyes: Deep Blue

Hair: Obsidian Black

Complexion: Chalk White

Distinguishing Features: Dark mole on her right cheek just below her right eye, long Lapine ears and poofy Lapine tail

History: Colleen is a an anthropomorphic of Lapine background. Little is known about her history but since childhood she has been prone to speculating the world around her. During her childhood early on she found herself beginning to speculate the world she lives in. Questioning began in elementary school when history class would teach lessons that seemed too brief and to short within material from books public school boards approved of. The few observations she made was but the seed of what she would become later. Her adolescent years in school is where skeptism increased greatly when attention from local news outlets was turned to nationwide big media. It struck her much like history books how everything presented of government seemed to be portrayed with too much convenience and summaries too simple at neat. There were times she found herself finding gaps within the paragraphs of content in both mediums. This did not discourage her from reaching for reaching passing grades or from returning to school but she did find herself alone among classmate never raising hands like she had, to ask questions were teachers found uncomfortable being asked and dodgy in response when put on the spot from something they were not used to, an adolescent asking questions forbidden to address by the state Department of Education, something Colleen would not learn until later in life. 

Her senior year in high school was a lesson in more of the same as in junior high school but another classmates lesson would become a lesson from her at a distance in the locker hall on the Monday after the prom, something she never interest in. First day back after the prom a classmate whom she was familiar with, was surrounded by concern students trying to comfort her. The sight Colleen witnessed was one of a teenage girl sobbing uncontrollably. Curious, she listened to the classmate telling the others after getting off the bus she found out her boyfriend has been dating someone else. Her classmate's pain from a broken heart was too much for her to witness. Too much for her to ever be her own personal experience one day. It was that moment she was glad to not fit in. It was a defining moment for future decisions about her own life.

She entered college one year after graduating. Her tuition took her to a college located not too far from San Francisco, California. Long before college she decided she wanted to be a journalist with the dream of keeping uncomfortable truths society was unwilling to see alive. At that age it was her interest to get others to see what she saw. To get others thinking and asking questions with a career in media. She didn't expect to become a big name for herself nor was she really interested in fame. Inspired by fringe outlets, she simply wanted to create a platform for people to look to for alternate information regular media was unwilling to address. 

During her college years she shared a dorm with another who too was majoring in journalism. Her dorm mate was different though. Unlike Colleen establishment based. Not unintelligent but not one for looking beyond the limitations on learning within public entities from public school and much to Colleens dismay colleges as well were becoming subject to narratives. 

They would study regularly together, the academic material. Neither would have been able to find  better partners to study with. They got along very well. It would be the first time Colleen ever found a friendship. Her dorm mate and her became close friends who would venture to libraries. They would attend events. Eat out. Order food deliveries. Colleen was then as she is now an honest cynic. No sense of humor. Never smiling. Not a miserable Lapine by any means. Just serious minded.

During her college years she discovered sex for the first time in her early 20s. Colleen wasn't interested in guys but learning always came first. The first night she brought a guy home she discovered something on a psychological level, not just physical. Other women in college would have regular intimacy from select guys or would bring any guy home looking to get with them. Colleen leaned more in the direction of the latter. She slept with more than one guy regularly till the end of college. Unlike the flusys partying on weekends scoring with guys who's name they couldn't even remember, Colleen reserved herself for a list of specific ones able to see she is more than simply a bookworm dedicated to studies primarily. Her second year of college is when she became active on a weekly basis. Eventually she would be the one calling to see if any of were bored. Which led her bringing guys home with her.

Her dorm mate didn't care for this behavior. Despite that Colleen generally not bring any guys home unless knowing she was going to be there by herself for a long stretch of hours. She was honest with her roommate about it and always made sure a something telling hung from the outter doorknob so the dorm mate would know. This was very rare but Colleen would be sure when hearing a knock on the door to end it quickly and send whatever guy she was with away. Colleen was able to look at things from the dorm mate's point of view why sometimes it could be annoying. However during the holidays her dorm mate would be away with family for days at a time and sometimes away from the dorm on weekends commonly. Colleen not one for family remained at the dorm all the time. It was then she would really take advantage of the time. This too annoyed her dorm mate even though she wasn't even in California while away. This Colleen could not understand. Still, the friendship remained somehow.

It wasn't until senior year things changed. Colleen still the ever watchful eye on things others would not see, by choice or natural stupidity had become more openly verbal. Both would engage in debate for hours at a time. It never got heated but quite disagreeable mostly. Colleen enjoyed the debates no.matyee what though. Despite the dorm mate's blindsided views shared by many, value of their friendship she held closely. Until never the end of senior year. It would be weeks before graduation they would have the final debate. Colleen as always would try teaching uncomfortable truths about the country they both live in by offering knowledge. Not trying to tell anyone what to think but to give others something new to ponder on. Colleen, an absolutist for the truth and the first amendment never pulls punches. Not now, not then. The dorm mate took critique and lesser known parts of history not so pleasant as an offense upon the flag and patriotism. This was not Colleen's intent. She was not in intent on changing her dorm for who she was. Differences didn't matter to Colleen. Friendship is something meant to defy political lines by her estimation. Not to the dorm mate. That day Colleen was told, "I can't do this anymore" and the friendship severed for good by choice of the dorm mate. Colleen disappointed, having the one person who didn't question things able to maintain years of friendship, walking away from years with of friendship.

After graduation Coleen continued her life in California. Most of the guys she knew stopped calling her. She didn't care but the difference was now, sexual pleasure was abscent for the first time since first discovering what raw sex felt like. She longed for it. Fortunately for her she had the kind of self dicipline to get on with her day with things unrelated to sex enjoyable. Time spent for most of the year from her day job, filing clerk at an office and the arts when not at work. One phone call late that year would bring an opportunity and an unthought of answer to the longing for sex conundrum.

One of the guys she would bring back to her dorm for three years straight called her. He too was longing and wanted her specifically. Relieved to get the phonecall quickly fizzled. He lived far away from her now. Forced to tell him the truth, she could make it to his place but she didn't have enough money in her bank account for the return trip home as rent had just been paid and the rest used up on bills and groceries. There was a pause before his reply. He was willing to fill up her gas tank for the ride home if he would spend the weekend with her. It wasn't immediate yes. She would call him back with her answer. She spend a little while ponderig before calling him. The answer was, yes. Looking forward to sexual release, she wasted no time. She stayed the weekend and he kept his word as she knew he would on Sunday before heading home. He even tossed her extra money to get food along the way home Incase she would get hungry.

In the following weeks sexual desire returned. It was no secret that Colleen could get any guy she wanted and leave them pleased like no other gal could. So for a few weeks she did as she did when living in a dorm before moving into her studio apartment in California, bring guys home who wanted sex as much as she did. Randoms were not her favorite way to go but she did anyway for a while. Word got around from the guy she knew in college. One day he called, not only on behalf of himself but for someone they both graduated from college with who was looking for someone to score with for the upcoming weekend. Surprised but listening, he told her he'd pay for the gas again, not even asking if she needed money for gas. Colleen listened further pointing out she wouldn't be able to stay with him all weekend if she went to his friend's place. In the back of her mind she was willing to have sex with the friend but didn't want boyfriends. She wanted no risk of becoming the instability of heartache. Colleen had never gotten with the friend in college. When it was her turn to talk, she addressed concerns, all the while thinking to herself two guys wanting her. In the background she heard the friend saying he was willing to pay Colleen due to what he'd heard about what being in bed with her was like. It only took a few minutes to accept the proposition. Involving cash would draw a clear line. This would be her second outing to get laid and considered it a beautiful thing that there would no ambiguity leaving her sobbing somewhere.

Eventually money in exchange she would bring this strategy to the local area. She began with the randoms when they would call her for getting laid. As each of the randoms called her back in the following weeks, she would tell them, "Money or you can go buy a magazine and a box tissues." A few were willing to pay and the others she never heard from again. Pleased, she found herself with clients known to her a little at least.

While not famous in the underground world of California recognition got around here and there in town. A few more guys were willing to pay, aquaintences of aquaintences she knew well. Wary of bringing the latest to her home address, rules changed. From now on it would have to be at a hotel. This raised the price, causing a a couple of the locals she serviced to stop calling. No loss. It was all business anyway. Quickly she had more money than she really needed but that didn't change anything. It wasn't about the money in the first place. It was all about sex and only sex deep down. Never about the hundreds she was bringing in each time.

Overtime she found herself walking the same circles as other prostitutes. Alot of them took the risk of bringing any stanger to bed with them. Colleen herself was glad to not to be one to stand under street lamps or advertise with a red light in her window. That is how tragic headlines happen. Within these circles she met an avian prostitute named Joanne Follet, a new name for her contact list. Colleen is among those who find it valuable be part of a circle of communication for safety reasons. 

Joanne in particular became most valuable. Joanne,  about the same age had as much sexual experience but her experience as a prostitute was significantly more. Colleen only being at it for years paled to the amount of years her new contact had put into it. Quickly they became amiable with each other. Overtime they would meet up for lunch or coffee. Sometimes at bars. Colleen was not looking for new friends. She hasn't since college, intentionally. Joanne was close enough to converse with. Though detached, Colleen found this to be a welcomed edition to her environment. Colleen discovered Joanne was into women besides men. Colleen let her know, she herself is not into women. There was a mutual understanding of each other withbshared acknowledging respect for the other.

Withing a year or so, Joanne mentioned to Colleen she has another resident address in Mipple City, Minnasota and that she is secretary to a media mogul well known there who owns the company himself. "DeRoc Associate", the name of the outlet. Joanne informed her that he was looking to fill in a recent open position occupied until recent. Colleen appreciating the info said little. A few weekends later Joanne lets her know she dropped her name in suggestion to Andre DeRoc, whom Joanne has a certain way of getting him to listen, told her he wants to interview Colleen. The interview is scheduled within a day and two weeks later Colleen flies out to Mipple City. Andre looks at her portfolio and looks her resume over several times. The looks Colleen over as much as he gave the resume. He's quite impressed with her work from college, tells her she's hired. 

Andre gives her an time to find a place to live. Within a few weeks the unused money from prostitutimg gets her a high rise apartment in place called Daicon Heights.