User:Clarky Arbastor

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Clarky, Epic, Clarky Cat Clarky Cat is a 56 year old gnome, wearing a blue robe, white shirt, blue trousers, and thick black boots. He still wears and maintains his crown, even though his days of being a monarch are long behind him. He despises the idea of republics, as when Phoenia was going under reforms including trying to sell off Lutumshire prior to Clarky's declaration of independence, they changed from a monarchy (Which Clarky was in favor of) to a republic. Because of this, Clarky has an ill view of republics and other democratic systems, and is a large fan of monarchies and diarchies.

He was involved in 4 failed mining operations for gold, and tried to make a living off of making cheese a couple of times before moving to Phoenia, where he established Lutumshire in a desert devoid of life where he could only eat berries, founded Berrism, moved lutumshire to a forest, declared independence from Phoenia after they tried to sell off his land, gained a large sum of land from Phoenia that they were going to sell, grew the town into a bustling city and a nation of 4 cities, and established the foundations for the future of the nation. He stepped down after becoming insane due to the McClarky Curse.

He was one of 3 founders of (along with 36reaper and Un_Sabroso_huevo) Berrism, a religion worshiping the berry god known as "Da Berry" who is known for giving food to those who are hungry. Whilst the 3 were in a desert, trying to establish their first town, they had a severe lack of food, only living off of berries. The berries speaking to Un_Sabroso_huevo has been called a hallucination due to off berries by critics, although the true followers believe it was a message from Da Berry himself.

After becoming mentally ill from the McClarky curse, Clarky went into isolation for a month, it is still unknown where he went or what he did, when questioned on the fact, he just replies something along the lines of "I was thinking for a bit...". After returning to society, Clarky fell into a pit of alcoholism (although he already.. enjoyed alcohol before hand) and isolation locked up in his fortress. He now stays quiet most of the time, only speaking to close friends from Lutum and family, only rarely speaking to anyone else. He longs to get help and to be saved from his downward spiral, but he alone cannot help himself, and the lack of doctors in vespera doesnt help much. He now resorts to walking around, often looking confused, or paranoid. When not in his castle, he can be seen buying alcohol bottles in the cafes and bars of Lutumshire, or walking aimlessly through the maze that is the sewers. Clarky has truly taken a fall from grace, once a prideful king, now a lowly poor alcohol addicted citizen of Vespera. He still holds some resemblance of respect from the oldest of Lutum veterans, but from newer people, and merchants, he is just scene as a mad drunkard hobo. This obviously took more of a toll on his mental health ontop of the McClarky curse, and he seems to be getting sadder day by day, plummeting further down his mental spiral.