Corey O'Callahan

[Andrew Carnadell]

`COREY O'CALLAHAN!!!!

where are you now?

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``FULL NAME Corey Logan O'Callahan
``NICKNAMES Lucas's friend
``AGE 15
``GENDER Male
``SPECIES Werewolf
``POWERS None
``ETHNICITY American
``RELIGION None
``SEXUALITY Straight
``STATUS Single
``OCCUPATION OR GRADE Freshman
``PLAYED BY Cameron Monaghan

cause i'm thinking of you

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``COREY'S LIKES
*Singing
*Playing the guitar
*Hanging out with his best friend Lucas
*Writing songs
*Skateboarding
``COREY'S DISLIKES
*His father
*His home and hometown
*Being bullied
*Feeling like a nobody
*Having stage fright
``FEARS
*His dad
*Singing infront of people
``SECRETS His dad was an alchoholic and beat him constantly.
``GOALS He has wanted to become a singer ever since he was 3 years old.
``PARENTS NAMES (Optional)
``SIBLING NAMES None

you showed me how

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``PERSONALITY

[/color]Corey has two different personalities. When he is with his best friend, Lucas, he feels comfortable and he is, really, himself. He has a great sense of humor, and he loves to have fun. He's sortof an adrenaline junky, and one of his favorite things to do with Lucas is dares and things along that nature. But out of everything the thing he loves most is singing. Ever since he was 3 years old he has wanted to become a singer, and he learned to play the guitar when he was 6. He has an incredible voice, and he writes his own songs based on what he is feeling and what he has been through. his only problem is- he has extreme stage fight. He has never sang infront of anyone, except for Lucas. He hates singing infront of people, let alone talking. He is probably the shyest person you will ever meet. He gets nervous and feels out of place whenever he is around other people, and people know him as "Lucas's friend". He feels lonely but he doesn't admit it, and insists to Lucas that he just doesn't like being around other people, when really he wants to make more friends, he is just too shy. He tries not to think of his past, but it creeps up on him and sometimes he can't help but cry. [/size][/blockquote]

how to live like i do

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``HISTORY

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How Many Times Can I Break Till I Shatter?
Corey lived in New Jersey since he was born. He lived in a small, crowded house with a graffiti covered brick wall out his tiny bedroom window. He lived with his depressed mother and alcoholic father in one of the rattiest neighbourhoods of NH. On his third birthday, he received a pair of socks from his dad, and a ragged t-shirt from his mother. But his grandfather got him a small radio to put in his room. Corey would stay in his room for hours at a time, just listening to the radio. Before long, he fell in love with the music and decided he would be on the radio too someday. He would sing along to the music whenever his parents were screaming at eachother too loud to hear him. On his sixth Christmas, his grandfather bought him an acoustic guitar, and taught him how to play. Corey learned quickly, and when his grandfather died, he could teach himself. He would leave the house and practice on the beach, and by the time he was eleven he was writing songs and singing them while playing his guitar. When he was twelve, his mother died of drug overdose. He was never close to either of his parents, but things changed drastically after she was gone. His father began to drink even more heavily, and he began to beat Corey constantly. When he went to school, he would tell anyone who asked about his cuts and bruises that he fell down the stair, or got attacked by a dog. Anytime he did something wrong in his father's eyes, he could expect a fresh set of bruises the next day. Over time it became so bad that he stopped going to school, fearing that someone would find out. The only time he could relax a bit was in the morning, when his father was out at his low payed job. Corey would wake up at 4;00 AM whenever hiss father left, sneak out of the house, and practiced at the beach until 9;00, when he would race back to the house before his dad got home. If he didn't get there in time, he would be beaten brutally. Corey was bent and broken, but he hadn't seen the worst of it yet.


Don't You Feel a Thing
Corey sat in his usual spot on the big boulder overlooking the beach, his guitar in hands, and a pencil and crumpled piece of paper in his lap. The wind blew his hair around his face as he strummed his guitar, gazing over the sand, his gaze distant and solemn.
"I keep it hidden,
close to the surface inside...
I'm learning to fall
I can hardly breathe..."
He sang out, then trailed off, mumbling things until he started to sing again,
"When I'm going down
don't worry 'bout me..."
He picked up his pencil in a triumphant manner and scribbled a few words on the paper. He replaced his hands on his guitar and began to strum again, reciting through his finished lines. When he finished he paused, looking out across the ocean, just thinking. He could feel a raw pain above his eye and under his jaw, and his ribcages felt sore and tender. He tried not to think about the pain, but wasn't very successful. What's so wrong about me? Why didn't his dad care about him? Didn't he feel anything towards his own son? Corey grew hot with rage. He tried to suppress his anger, but his heart pounded in his chest. Heat pulsed through him, and he was practically shaking with anger. Why couldn't he calm himself down?! He felt a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he felt as if he were about to pass out. He stood up, swallowing hard as he stumbled across the beach, his vision feeling cloudy and strange. His sweaty hands slipped on his guitar as he blundered home. He opened the screen-door and fell inside, landing on his hands and knees, his head pounding. "Where the hell have you been?!" Corey could barely see his father through his wet, foggy tears. "Dad something's wrong... Please-" He struggled to spit out, but was cut short when he was kicked with a hard blow right into his side, making him roll onto his back, gasping for breath and hot tears clouding his vision once again. "Please, no!" He cried, finding his plea useless when another hard foot went straight for his already bruised ribcage. He gasped in pain and felt more tears streaming down his face. "Worthless piece of-" His dad growled as he got down on one knee beside Corey, lifting his fist in the air. "Dad!" Corey pleaded. He closed his eyes as the fist came down upon his face. He struggled, trying to get free, but his hands were gripped and his father's weight held down his feet. He felt the impact of the punch go straight into his left eye. he stopped struggling and yelling, and just cried, waiting, wishing for it to be over. Another punch to his mouth, and another to his nose. There were more to the rest of his body, and when the weight was finally relieved from him, he was left on the floor, limp, crying, and gasping for breath. He started to shake uncontrollably, and the heat in hisnbody was overwhelming. He felt like every limb was on fire, and every movement was excruciating. He dragged himself to the unkept sofa, using it to pull himself up with all his might. He could feel blood starting to stream from his nose and mouth, and his eye was puffing closed. Once he was finally to his feet, he turned shakily, meeting his dad's gaze. An uncontrollable rage swept through him, and he was shaking to no end. He was just so angry... A strange feeling ripped through him, and he felt almost unconscious. He felt like his body was ripping apart to reviel something else, and he couldnt control it. Suddenly, he was back to his senses, and he was staring into his father's- now horrified- eyes. A weird noise came from Corey's chest, and when he looked down he couldn't believe his eyes.


I'm Sorry I Can't Be Perfect
Giant paws were scrabbling on the floor beneath him, and red-brown fur covered him. He stood there in shock, and his father scrambled to put the couch in between them. Corey felt no more anger, and above all, he was terrified. He slid across the floor, running right through the screen door and racing to the beach. What was happening to him?! He ran across the beach, heading for the shadowy forest that lay above the cliffs. Finally the shady, coolness of the trees loomed over him, and he slowed to a stop, breathing heavily. He gazed around as if he would find an answer in the depth of the trees. He whimpered, crouching down on the forest floor.
He stayed in the woods for two days, eating nothing and drinking out of a stream. On the third morning, he woke up with his hands over his face, and it took him a moment to register why he was in the woods. He looked at his hands again- he was a human! He couldn't figure out if it had all been a dream, or he was just going crazy. He stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. He felt a sudden pain as he stood up, each limb was aching and dried blood streaked across his face. He started to walk, slowly and steadily, out of the woods. As he walked home, he thought about what had happened. Why had he gotten so angry? And how come heat spread through his body like a wildfire? Most of all, why had he thought he was a wolf? It must have been a dream. Or perhaps he was delusional. As he arrived at the house, he swallowed hard, unsure what was going to happen. He stepped up to the door, and tried to pull it open, but it was locked. He knocked hard, knowing his dad had to be done his shift by now. Finally, the door slowly creaked open, and his father's head poked out. "What do you want?!" His eyes were bloodshot, but Corey saw a crazy fear lingering in them. "Um, to come inside..." He answered, taking a step forward. His dad flinched, and drew the door closed more. "No way in hell you're coming in my house!" Panic rose in Corey's chest, and his mouth went dry. "Wh-what do you mean? I have nowhere else to go!" He felt a choking feeling in his throat, and his eyes grew blurry. He waited for an answer, but his dad remained silent, bringing his beer bottle to his lips and chugging it ruggedly. "Please, no..." He begged, feeling lost. "Get off my property! Go!" Corey stumbled backwards as the door slammed in his face, and fell onto the ground. He was completely alone.


On My Own and Living in a World Alone

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Corey walked along the wet road, his legs aching. He had been walking for hours, and the sky was darkening. Hunger edged his stomach, he hadn't eaten since the morning on the beach, and he needed food. Somehow, he needed some. He stumbled along until he found a park next to the road, and he started to walk across the wet grass. He could hear a child crying because it was being forced to leave the playground for the night. Crickets chirped around Corey as he slowly made his way across the grass to where a few families were gathering their kids. He staggered to a bench, sitting down and thinking. A couple and a young girl approached the bench, and Corey looked up at them. They passed the bench and stopped at the trashcan, and when Corey saw the McDonald's bag being wasted so carelessly, he couldn't stop himself. "Wait, can I have that?" He asked in a horse, desperate voice that didn't sound like his own. The man took one look at him and pulled his daughter back, a disgusted look on his face. The girl looked horrified, and Corey realized his bloody, bruised face must not be a pleasant sight. But the woman stared at him, and there was pity in her eyes. She placed the bag on the bench next to Corey, not taking her eyes off him. She ignored the deep warning that came from her husband and they turned around and left. He watched them go, then sprang onto the bag, tearing it open and looking inside. There were some left over fries and two uneaten chicken fingers. He ate them hungrily, finding that his stomach had shrunk so much that it actually filled him up. He threw away the bag, then lay on his back on the bench, looking up at the dark sky. Maybe this won't be so bad af- His thought was interrupted abruptly when something dripped on his forehead- a raindrop. Then another, and another, and another. Before long it was pouring down on him, and he jumped off the bench. He ran into the playground, climbing into one of the play-tunnels. His soaked clothes stuck to him as he lay uncomfortably in the tunnel, and a tear silently slid down his face. He spent his next few days like this, and it wasn't extremely horrible. But after he fell asleep under a bridge, he started to break down. He no longer pushed thoughts of home or his dad away, but let them fill him up till he felt even more lonely. It had been a little over six days since he was on his own, and he hadn't found decent food since the morning before. His feet dragged along the cement as he walked, the sky darkening around him. He looked to his left, and was surprised to see a small gas station. He couldn't help himself, and he went inside with relief in the warm room. The cashier stared at him as he walked slowly to the isles. Corey imagined that his rugged appearance would probably be unwelcome, but he didn't care. He felt his mouth water as he approached a rack full of sandwiches, warmed by a heater over them. His heart pounded as he glanced back at the cashier, who was busy with another customer. Corey turned back to the sandwiches, and an overwhelming temptation filled him. Slowly and quietly, he picked up a sandwich, sliding it inside his jacket. He walked across the room, looking back at the cashier, who turned and met his gaze. "Hey!" Corey swung open the door, running outside as the cashier ran out from behind the register in pursuit of him. Corey felt heat swarm over his body, and anger surged through him as the cashier cussed and swore at him. A familiar splitting feeling sliced through him, and before he could realize what was happening he took off on four paws into the forest.


I Need a Hero to Save Me Now
Corey lay on the forest floor, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Why was this happening to him? He felt his eyes fog in what he could imagine were animal-like tears. All his feelings began to catch up with him as thoughts raced through his head, and he couldn't keep anything in anymore. He whimpered quietly, and buried his face in his paws. Suddenly, he heard a snap from behind him, and his ears pricked up. He heard the rustling of leaves, and a territorial instinct swept over him. He sprang to his paws, letting out a low growl. Suddenly, a giant animal pounced out of the bushes, bowling Corey over onto his back before he rolled over onto his paws again. He got a good look at the creature for a moment, and his eyes widened in shock. It was a wolf- but HUGE. It had dusty brown fur that was darker than his own red-brown, and his lips were drawn back in a snarl. What am I getting myself into? It's huge! The thought drifted into his head, but it was weird, he hadn't thought that... He let out a growl, but neither of them advanced towards the other. I'm hearing voices now? What's wrong with me?! As he thought that, a look of shock widened the wolf's eyes, and he stared at Corey in disbelief. Can you hear me? The same foreign voice popped into his thoughts, and he tried to shake his head to get rid of it. Suddenly, in a blur of light and fur, the wolf disappeared, and was replaced by a teen about Corey's age. Corey took a step back, confused and shocked. They teen then blurred back into a wolf, staring at Corey with soft brown eyes. You can hear me can't you? Said the voice, and before Corey answer, his thoughts answered for him. Yeah... Why? Are you... Like me? The wolf blinked, with a small dip of his head. Haven't you learned how to change back yet? Corey suddenly felt anger course through him. No, I didn't realize this was some kind of voluntary thing! He was surprised at how harsh it sounded, and how he had snapped so easily. Yeah, you're gonna have to deal with the temper... We all do. Corey stared at him with uncertainty and despair. Just concentrate on human feelings and think happy thoughts. You'll get the hang of it. The wolf coached Corey through it, and eventually he could change back and forth whenever he wanted to. After he changed to a human, the teen introduced himself as Lucas, and explained that Corey was a werewolf and had probably received his genes from one of his grandparents. After Lucas coaxed Corey through the shock, Corey told him why he was there and about his past. Lucas eagerly told him about Bradford Woods Academy, and told him that was where he was headed. He persuaded Corey to attend with him, that things would be much better there. The two became best friends quickly. If you asked Corey about Lucas, he might say, "He's my hero," or "I owe everything to him." They became roommates at BWA and signed up for all the same classes. Corey is now thankful for his change, even if he has horrible temper tantrums, because he is living the time of his life.
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if it wasn't for you

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Life is Waiting For You

i don't know what i'd do

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``YOUR NAME first name only
``NICKNAMES if none leave blank.
``WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? a contact place here, email, aim or something else.
``WHERE DID YOU FIND US? site name, or place.

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this was made by PAULAA?! from CAUTION 2.0 take this
credit and you will die! Lyrics credit to Honor Society!
kkbye!