PlateOfCereal

**Background**

Jarl Plate of Cereal aka Plate of Cereal The Great or Plate Of Cereal I (PlateOfCereal) is the absolute monarch of the nation of Vikings Of The Borealis, the largest country in the European continent. He is a generous and humble leader who prides his people with land and titles. He is appreciated by many in his Kingdom for his generous policy of no taxation. He strives for a world in which feudalism is rampant in every country and all monarchies are restored.

**History**

### Aliases

Jarl Plate of Cereal, Plate of Cereal The Great, Plate of Cereal I, PlateOfC3real

### Affiliation

Don DABOSSBURGER, General Ka1ne of Greenland, Prince DaMagicAttic I of the Principality of Northern European States, Housecarl Mr. Spook

## Physical description

### Eye color

Perfect, as if when you looked at them you vanished into another realm. The perfect blue of his pupils would relive you of all hardships. Oh how I wanted to faint in his arm. I got lucky. As I snuck a peek at his hidden eyes. The eyes he hides behind darkness. Oh how I wanted to free him from evil. Wanted to run away with him to a place we wouldn't have to worry. A heaven just for me and him. Oh how his eyes would make your soul melt. As if medusa was freed from her curse and used her eyes for the good. I blushed as he turned around and looked at me. "Hi!", I choked on the words as I was so occupied in his eyes. "DIE!" he yelled at me back. I had to run into the other room as his words struck me. "How could someone be so perfect with speech" I thought to myself. I waited for 3 hours until I finally heard him leave the execution room. I snuck out of the closet I was hiding in, and tip toed my way to the entrance of the castle. I snuck my head around the corner to make sure none of guards had spotted me. I snuck out of the gates of the castle into the City Of Platenheim. Oh how the city's smell captivated one's soul. I wondered around the walls of the city. Brushing my hand on the cobblestone. "My Jarl" I sighed to myself. I how I wishing we would wonder the gates of the city together, open the gates, and run away,

Legend has it that Plate Of Cereal was a being crafted by God himself as the Angel of Strategy who would bless human leaders around the Earth with strategy whilst in their sleep. Plate Of Cereal, however, became obsessed with his power, giving it to continuously more evil rulers as time went on. God, watching as Plate Of Cereal surrounded himself in evil, could not take anymore of it. He took away Plate Of Cereal's power and kicked him out of heaven. Plate Of Cereal came crashing down in a remote forest in Iceland with none of his old power but his lust for evil. He gathered a band of men from his area used them to unite the entire Island of Iceland. Realizing the skill of his army and their weapons, he knew he had to gather more. He invaded Norway, Greenland, Scotland, and Denmark, proclaiming himself Jarl of the Vikings of the Borealis.

**Skills**

Plate Of Cereal is a brilliant strategist who can defeat enemy armies 10x his size. He mastered the art of Guerilla warfare and crippled empires trying to conquer his. Due to Plate Of Cereal's skills in the art of war, he maintained Iceland's independence and maintained his holdings in the North.