OCFancy.com
OCFancy.com
  • Home
  • Login
    • Register
  • Groups
  • Who We Are
  • I’m Bored
    • The Art of World Building
    • Character Prompts
    • How to Build an OC
    • Character Ideas
    • Name Generator
    • Character Sheet Outline
  • Help
    • FAQs
    • How To: OCF Edition
    • Responsible Writing
OCFancy.com
OCFancy.com
  • Home
  • Login
    • Register
  • Groups
  • Who We Are
  • I’m Bored
    • The Art of World Building
    • Character Prompts
    • How to Build an OC
    • Character Ideas
    • Name Generator
    • Character Sheet Outline
  • Help
    • FAQs
    • How To: OCF Edition
    • Responsible Writing

Category: Original Characters

Mr. Barker

April 15, 2016 (updated August 14, 2018) Published by ERook

            Everyone knows the story of Chubby Pup Charlie; the loveable yellow lab puppy with a few extra pounds on him. But few know about the Barker family. Some would say that Patrick is the head of the household, others would point toward his witty son, Nathan, but how did Patrick and the rest of the Barkers live off of nothing and somehow become one of the most well know, inventive families of all time?

            Mr. Barker was born in Winnipeg, Canada, in a family just trying to make ends meet. But while every Barker was relatively quiet, no one of Patrick Barker’s parents would have said he wasn’t ambitious. Patrick was always the inventive one. When Patrick was just thirteen, he managed to scrape together a few bucks from neighborhood jobs and bought his first computer. This is where it all began. Patrick had no idea what he was doing, all he knew was that idea of being able to connect with the rest of the world through one piece of technology simply extraordinary.

            Oddly enough, Patrick spent most of his time playing and analyzing video games. But Patrick saw more than just a few pretty graphics on his small monitor. He contemplated the concept of algorithms and programming. After just playing around with it, he had a pretty good understanding of how the system worked. Three months later, Patrick had his first video game.

            It may have been simple, but Patrick and his parents got the name of the game out there. Patrick even sold the rights to it for six-hundred dollars. Not much, but now he knew what to do. Computers, algorithms, and programming became an obsession to him. Patrick spent eighty hours a week on his computer, playing, analyzing, and dreaming up inventions that would later change the world. Things seemed to be picking up for the Barkers, but Patrick soon had to face his biggest setback.

            When Patrick was just fifteen, he became an orphan. With nothing but the clothes on his back, he decided to run away. Even though he was in a deep depression, he did everything he could to keep his mind occupied. Patrick spent his days at the library, reading everything he could get his hands on.

            A few months later, Patrick decided to move to the United States. He saw it is the land of opportunity, where even the lowest of the low have the ability to do something amazing.

            Patrick managed to get to Seattle with the help of his cousin. His cousin, Martin, was already living in a small apartment and sleeping on the couch. Although it was a bit cramped, Patrick was in luck, Martin had a computer. Patrick showed Martin the game he made, and was immediately captivated. As if that wasn’t enough, Patrick showed off a few of the other skills he learned in the Canadian library, internet programming, algorithms, and development.

            Early the next morning, Martin woke up to find, Patrick staring at his computer. He walked over and saw Pat working on something he said would change the way the world uses computers and connects online. Patrick didn’t know it at the time, but he was creating the world’s first blog.

            Martin was immediately engaged. They took turns sleeping on the couch. The website they made was up during the day, and they were coding at night, seven days a week, all the time. The site was an instant success.

            The cousins would go on to sell the site to another online company, bringing them both a payday that would prove Patrick’s parents were right about his genius and ambition.

            Patrick went on to invest what he had in himself, to the point where he still had to borrow rent again to allow him to pay for some of his inventions.

            It was about twenty years later when Mr. Barker found the famous Charlie wandering the streets on the cold, stormy, September night.

 

 

Category: Original Characters
Tags: Chubby Pup Charlie, Prequel, Series

Chubby Pup Charlie: The Beginning

April 1, 2016 (updated May 19, 2018) Published by spamifischer

On a cold and stormy September night, thunder rattled the cages of an old animal shelter miles down an empty road. A puppy was huddled in the corner of his cage, his yellow fur standing up as he shivered. He heard the whimpers of homeless dogs in the cages all around him, faintly able to see them in the dim flickering light. The cold and uncomfortable floors of the animal shelter were the only surface the puppy had ever known. He had no idea what awaited outside the big metal door into the outside world, but he knew that whatever it was, it had to be better than where he was now.

The pup made a decision that night: he was determined to escape. Attempts had been made in the past, none of them successful. But this young dog was so determined, nothing could possibly stand in his way.

He began throwing his body at the hard metal grate that separated his cage from the hallway, harder and harder each time. Soon the puppy began to feel dizzy, so sore and tired that he wanted to give up, but he decided to give it one final charge. He used every last ounce of his energy and strength, ramming his tiny body into the cage, and he felt a sensation of excitement and relief as he heard the hinges break and felt himself topple onto the floor below. He shook himself off and made a break for the door before noticing that it was locked. He looked around frantically for another escape route when he felt a harsh, cold breeze tickle his coat. He turned to the source and saw a window left slightly ajar. He climbed atop a chair, then a desk, nudged the window open a few inches more, and wiggled his body out of the shelter and into the outside world, plopping into a puddle of muddy water. He was free.

The puppy hopped around in the mud with joy, embracing every drop of rain as it fell on him. He didn’t know where to go next, but he ran on and on because he had never felt so excited in his life and was eager to see how far his paws could take him when he was not confined to a two-square-foot cage.

The puppy was prancing along a long dirt road when suddenly he noticed a pair of bright yellow lights coming toward him at an alarming rate; he stood in fear, unable to move his feet, staring into the eyes of the big metal monster speeding towards him…

He opened his eyes after hearing the abrupt skidding sound of rubber on gravel. The car had stopped inches in front of where he stood. Not a moment after, the car door opened and two feet, clad in clean white sneakers, stepped out into the muddy street. Those two feet belonged to a man, about 38 years old, who quickly approached the puppy and knelt down beside

him.

“Hi little guy,” said the man in a gentle voice. “You scared me there! I was just cruising down the road doing a test drive, I figured no one would be out at this time of the night in storm like this- it’s a good thing my self-driving car worked or I could’ve hit you!”

The puppy stared at the man, puzzled. The man went on, as if talking to a human.

“You see, this car here is my newest invention, it’s self driving, able to come to an abrupt halt in less than a one thousandth of a second if it detects an obstacle. I guess you were that obstacle, little buddy. It’s a good thing I wasn’t driving; I never could’ve seen you with how little you are and how muddy you are! Say… you’re much too cute to be out here all alone.” The man looked around for signs of another person, but saw nothing other than the rain. “You know what,” he said to himself, then looked back at the puppy and pat his head, “I think I’m gonna take you home with me, Nathan and Samantha never stop bugging me about getting them a dog.”

The man scooped up the puppy, wrapped him in his jacket, and sat him in the front seat of his sleek car. The puppy looked at the man as he himself stepped into the car and sat down: his shoes still looked white and new. The man smiled at the puppy, “Are you ready to go home?” He wagged his tail and cocked his head in excitement and curiosity. “Take me home,” said the man to no one in particular, and the car’s engine roared to life and began cruising down the road with no further instructions.

“You know what,” said the man, looking down at the puppy who was curled up in the fabric of his jacket, “I think you need a name. What do you think of Charlie?”

 


 

 That night changed Charlie’s life forever. He was taken to a very nice, spacious home, given a bath, and laid down onto a soft blanket in front of a crackling fireplace. The next morning, he was greeted by two ecstatic children, 11 year old Samantha and 14 year old Nathan, who embraced the little ball of fur and pet him until their arms got tired. A mother stood back, her arms crossed and her foot tapping in contempt for her husband who had brought home this stray without her permission, but the children begged her to come pet the puppy, and when she finally gave in and Charlie nestled himself into her lap, she immediately fell in love.

Later that morning, the man who had rescued Charlie the night before, whose name he discovered was Patrick, walked into the kitchen carrying a collar. He fastened it around Charlie’s neck, proudly stating, “I’ve been waiting forever for this kind of opportunity to test out this invention of mine that’s been sitting in my workshop for months.” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, “Go ahead Charlie, speak!”

Charlie opened his mouth to make a sound, but the bark that he was expecting did not surface. Instead, a confident “Hello!”

Patrick clapped his hands together in victory. “IT WORKS!”

Category: Original Characters

Posts pagination

Previous page Page 1 … Page 78 Page 79

Latest Photos

138d58cf032274b52bb86ade7547902d.jpg
0d94cdacf400c1a2d05960ee0978e717.jpg
6d0148526f2e63d0fb6a6302bc8011fa.jpg
d13348745449f43107e30dae28079697.jpg
441a9d467588d73274066ea6410c8d69.jpg
09e4ab3593ab30af0f9e4c194b4f9aac.jpg
4553761f3a6807553bede804bb8621ae.jpg
b7fa71a5dfea9bf5623726fc9d6ad2c5.jpg
1daf772b6bc001f773a736b6e716e742.jpg
3ffd12ae9c415da38fefb120d47155c7.jpg
ce1117af023c24056504565eb47f3735.jpg
fc855c7d138cc480dcae6562d8461d7f.jpg

Popular Group Posts

K1rA avatar
K1rAPressure RP/Hangout!
2 months ago
Hey there, welcome! Rules: please be respectful to others; no hate or discrimination, as everyone is welcome! Please respect others' art and posts, and make sure you follow others' boundaries when roleplaying, as not everyone is comfortable with everything. Anything is allowed in roleplays. Also, do not force ships, as that is considered rude. Failure to comply with these rules will result in your banishment.
Share
Register or Login to react or comment on this post.

Tags

action Adventure Agent Facultas Agents anime backstory Camp Halfblood character sheet Character sheets College Comedy crime desperate times DXC Cup evil Evil Protagonist Facultkin fantasy horror jesse miller Journey Martial arts Marvel oc Original character original characters Original Concept Peeta Peeta Mellark Percy Jackson Picrew pokemon POV QuillBot AI Sketchpad Slice of life Spies Superhero superhuman The Hunger Games The Realms thg Underground groups Villainess Yitin Culture
Register Forgot Password Resend activation code

Disclosure: All art and stories are property of the author or artist. OC Fancy claims no ownership and intends to give all credit to the rightful owner, but may share popular art or stories on our homepage and social media profiles. OC Fancy is not responsible for any duplicated works or plagiarism. A post on this site does not grant any copyright or trademark. OCF is intended for entertainment purposes only.

OCFancy.com
All rights reserved
  • Home
  • Login
    • Register
  • Groups
  • Who We Are
  • I’m Bored
    • The Art of World Building
    • Character Prompts
    • How to Build an OC
    • Character Ideas
    • Name Generator
    • Character Sheet Outline
  • Help
    • FAQs
    • How To: OCF Edition
    • Responsible Writing
Terms and Conditions
Privacy Policy
Character and Story Archive