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, silvan meier
Group: Hogwarts: Slytherin
Member No.: 8,991
Joined: 5-July 10
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Silvan Aureus Meier
I know how I want it to go, I know how I want it to be
I've got my eye on the prize, my beady eyes are alive
Although I don't know what comes next, I won't hold my horses.
I know what you're thinking, I know how you see me.
Hi, hello, get out of the abacus and count me, a funny story with a dark twist.
Experience: About 7 or 8 years now.
Other Characters: None.
How did you find us? Word of mouth, RPG-D.
Preferred Contact Method: PM, MSNcharacter.
Full Name: Silvan Aureus Meier
Birthday: 3rd November
Member Group: Slytherin
Canon or Original: Canon
|Cunning, manipulative and silver tongued - Silvan is the definition of the perfect Slytherin. He is one of the most popular young men in Hogwarts and can sweet talk his way into or out of any situation, which is why he can get into the places he can and not suffer repercussions for any of his wrong doing. He is someone who knows exactly what he wants out of life, and is ruthless when it comes to achieving his aims. He may not be the brightest of the bunch academically, but he finds that charm and charisma have taken him a lot further than any academic pursuits ever could. He has never been politically minded, but with his quick wit and sharp tongue, it is no secret that some of his more politically inclined classmates are aching for him to join their cause. He would be a trophy asset for any side to attain. Everyone wants the influence he can bring. There isn't much chance of him remaining neutral for too long.| schooling.
• Hexes, Curses and Charms III
• Dueling III
• Flying/Quidditch III
• Transfiguration III
• Potions and Herbology III
• Hexes, Curses and Charms III - E
• Dueling III - A
• Flying/Quidditch III - E
• Transfiguration III - A
• Potions and Herbology III - A
Country of Employment: N/A
Building of Employment: N/A
Length of Current Employment: N/A
Typical Routine: N/A appearance.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Long and chaotically styled
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Lanky and toned.
Extra: Aside from several moles as well as some inconsequential forgotten scars from tumbling around as a kid, Silvan has no other mark on his body. He refuses to tattoo or pierce any part of his body.
Play By: Nicolas Bemberg personality.
Four Words: Charming. Manipulative. Conscious. Power.
- Coffee, to keep him awake
- Piano-playing, for seduction and showing off
- Jogging, for keeping physically fit
- Making new friends, his infiltration method of choice
- The young, the beautiful and the sexy, all the better for his image
- Classical music, the only music truly worth listening to
- The quirky and the morbid, to which he feels some connection
- Formal events, where he can make connections
- Quidditch, where he can exercise his competitiveness without blowing his cover
- Flying, where he gets high on adrenaline
- Literature, from whence he learns his way with words
- Illiterates, all the more to depend on him
- Alcohol, which makes him lose his self-control and dulls his senses
- Smoking, which kills him softly
- Textbooks and homework, which he finds rather pointless
- Hormones, which he keeps under as much control as possible
- Brooding, the most pointless activity in the world
- Unreasonably rude people, who aren't likely to come up to anything
- Animals, whom he cannot charm his way with
- The aimless, who are a waste of space
- Pressure and stress, he likes to do things his time, his way
- Over-popularity, the more likely his faults may be exposed
- Conversational skills
- Observation of people
- Strategic and cunning
- Focused and determined
- Emotions will almost never get the better of him
- Enigmatic, attractive and knows how to please
- Knows how to cover up his tracks
Boggart: A portrait of himself suddenly getting more and more disfigured, akin to the Portrait of Dorian Gray
- Attachment to his family, which has curiously escaped his ban of forming attachments to anything
- Inability to be remotely emotionally connected to anything or anyone (besides his family)
- Academia, which he can never work hard in
- He does not possess the gift of diligence
- Though careful not to do so, he may sometimes suffere from a slightly overinflated ego
- Having no mask whatsoever when he meets the world
- The death of either, or both, of his parents
- Falling from influence and power
- The failing of his charms
- Being lost for words
Role Model: His own father, Dante Meier, who had carved for himself a position of power because he had the flexibility to play by ear, never letting himself be rigidly fixated on blind loyalties.
- To be the one of the most influential to the side to which he would eventually pledge his allegiance to
- To bring his family name to greater heights in so doing
- To be the most feared amongst those who pitch themselves against him and his cause
- To have nothing in his life out of his control
- To have the ability to do and possess anything he could possibly want
Favourite Spell: Obliviate - There is something very fascinating to Silvan about being able to wipe out someone else's memory, quite completely, at one's own will. He wishes they were given more freedom to try this out. If only he knew a spell to put whatever memories he wanted into someone after wiping theirs out.
Overall Personality: Bare-faced power play was one of the most ridiculous things man could ever do, according to Silvan. To have power was not about how much you could suppress the masses. Unhappiness and dissatisfaction were emotions not to be so easily underestimated as they were formidable forces behind rebellion and resilience. Keep the masses happy by being an extraordinary source of delight without compromising your own agenda, and your power is secure. That is the main driving force of Silvan's charms. His social skills are astonishingly beyond his age - cheerful, unassuming and diplomatic. He could get along with a wide range of people, wisely keeping out of the politics of others but coming in at an opportune time to appear as if the source of peace. It does not take any effort for Silvan to ensure that he does not form a real attachment to any relationship or friendship - it's natural for him not to do so. Aside from his family, his parents had constantly taught him that to feel a real attachment was to increase your fault lines for others to attack. As such, the girls whom Silvan dates tend to be the more popular or beautiful ones, the ones who would up his reputation amongst the masses, though he never felt any real affection for any one of them. It wasn't uncommon for him to have flings as well, which suited him even better than a relationship as there were clearly no strings attached and there wasn't any mess to clear up. It is extremely unlikely that Silvan would have a fling or a relationship that will not have a positive effect on his reputation in school.
What was the point of the immense popularity he had so carefully garnered for himself, if he didn't enjoy it properly? Silvan was easily one of the most manipulative boys ever to have stepped in Hogwarts grounds, and even more so that close to nobody knows that it is so. His knowledge of human nature and its manipulation has been mastered though he is but a teenager, and to others, it always just seems as if things happen to go his way most of the time. Silvan almost never lets his real emotions be known to others. Even when actually nervous, Silvan chose to hide it by drumming his fingers against his thighs in his pocket, so that people couldn't guess what he was really feeling. To them, he was always happy-go-lucky, laid-back and difficult to upset, though what he is really feeling inside is a whole different matter. Silvan constantly wears a mask in public.
One of the main reasons Silvan didn't quite excel in his academia was because he thought he employed his time in a much more fruitful fashion - in the observation of the people around him. If he didn't know the politics, the secrets, the habits and the peeves of everyone, how else was Silvan expected to twist them to his liking? Silvan knows a whole lot more than he lets on. Being so apparently unassuming, and having a reputation for being an excellent secret-keeper (for why would Silvan want to spread secrets which could be almost exclusive to himself?), Silvan was considered a confidante by many other influential students across Hogwarts, and in so being, had access to the inner workings of the social ladder.
What was Silvan's ultimate goal in all this? It was plain and simple - influence and power. As he grew up and began to reap the benefits of his parents' teachings, Silvan grew more and more obsessed with the idea. He liked popularity, the idea that so many people wanted to be him, and so many people relied on him for their opinions and courses of action. He wanted more, and he intended to get it once he graduated from Hogwarts into a bigger world where more was to be gotten.history.
Current Living Arrangement: Slytherin Dormitories
Hometown: Dover, England
Parents: Dante and Genevieve Meier
Siblings: Ghislaine Meier
Notable Persons: Dante and Genevieve Meier
Background: In the pre-Volderian era, the Meier family had been a bunch of inconsequential Death Eaters, cautious by nature but swearing their allegiance to the Dark Lord in return for the power and protection that he offered. When he fell, the Meiers had gone into hiding, choosing to remain tactfully neutral, swaying as the wind blew them but never openly renouncing either the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore's forces, nor betraying Voldemort himself. More than a century later, the power-hungry yet cautious nature of the Meiers still persist in the form of the head of his generation - Dante Meier.
Death Eaters ran in the Meier family, and it was no surprise that Dante should take up the mantle when he came of age after he graduated from Hogwarts. Unlike his ancestors, Dante threw cautions to the wind and hungered after power like none of his predecessors had before. When McCarthy came into power, Dante saw his chance and pledged allegiance to him, foreseeing that it was going to be a long time before the fragmented resistances across the three bigger European nations could gather enough forces to overthrow him. When that happened, Dante had every intention of balancing the odds and throwing his support behind the side more likely to succeed in dominating the power for the longer time.
At the same time, Dante Meier began a family and became the proud father of his only son - Silvan Meier. From young, it was drilled into Silvan that every man had to look out for himself, and no one was going to do that for him. Friendships could be betrayed, loyalties could fail, but as long as one had influence and power, one was sufficiently safe from the world full of chaos. It was a dog eat dog world out there, and Dante made sure his son was adequately equipped to meet it.
Silvan's mother came from a family closely associated with the Meiers, and naturally, she completely supported her husband's motives and intentions, aiding him in steering their family where he wanted them to go. It so happened that she was also one-sixteenth Veela. Even as a young child, Silvan noticed how his mother had a knack for persuading people, especially men, to agree with her, and how his father used this particular charm of his mother's whenever he had important guests over. Innocently, he had asked his mother how she did it. At first, his mother refused to tell him, but upon Silvan's earnestly expressing his wish to know how to get other people to do what he wanted, his mother relented and began a lifelong lesson on how to use his charms to influence others.
Silvan's first step into an academic environment at Hogwarts was also one of his first few chances to hone all that his parents had taught him in a real setting with real people. Even at the age of eleven, Silvan was already manipulative, glib-tongued and knew how to impress and convince, though his self-consciousness and awareness of his surroundings was as yet underdeveloped. Not for long, however. Hogwarts was the perfect training ground for Silvan. His parents had taught him well in the eleven years before Hogwarts, and now out of their wings, Silvan was coming into his own, inheriting the true Meier lust for influence and power, achieving it not so much by the traditional cautiousness as displayed by his ancestors, but by the glibness and charms, both verbal and physical, gifted by his mother's side.
As instructed by his father, Silvan dedicates much of his attention in observing the people, the society and the system around him. One has to have deep understanding of the peoples if one was to win them over to one's side. His observations have been trained to become acute over the years, and a short time spent with almost anyone in school was sufficient for Silvan to at least know how to get into the person's good books. If the unfortunate soul happened to spend more time of Silvan, he would tease the threads of the person's character one by one, drawing it taut into his own loom and weaving his web of manipulation around the person so subtly, most of them never knew what hit them until they find themselves wrapped around his needle.miscellaneous.
Wand: Blackthorn, 10.5", Unicorn Hair
Social Class: Upper Middle Class.
Anything Else: Nothing I can think of yet. finale.
Did you read the rules? Yes, I did!
|With a snort, Rae roused himself from his sleep as he opened his eyes blearily. It seemed to have no effect - darkness engulfed him from all sides.Oh blast! Rae thought to himself, his eyes still squinted sleepy as he fumbled in his robes for his wand. The side of his face that had been plastered to the book he was reading felt a little funny, but he wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time he had fallen asleep in the Restricted Section while perusing some textbook or the other, and it wasn't the first time that blasted librarian had left him there without a word or even a candle. Rae shook his head, deciding he ought to talk to the Head Librarian about this, though he had done so several times but none of them seemed to pay him much attention.|
"Lumos," he whispered into the darkness. A small orb of light beamed on at the end of his wand and with a handy pocket mirror that he always carried with him, Rae surveyed the damage to his face. The books in the Restricted Section were kept there for a reason. They were extremely enchanted, and were flooded with magic, so strong that normal headstrong students could not handle. The one that he had been reading dealt with some very high-level animation charms which he had not even fully understood, this being his first time reading it. Unfortunately for him, sleeping on books in the Restricted Section was never a good idea. From the pocket mirror's reflection, Rae could see tiny words crawling all over his face, spreading a tingling sensation all over that one cheek that had been on the book.
Shaking his head in frustration, Rae pointed his wand to the moving words as if taking aim and whispered, "Subsisto agito." A radius of words seemed to be sucked into the tip of his wand as if by vacuum, leaving a clear circle of skin underneath. He repeated this process, cleaning up the rest of the words on his face until he was sure there were none left. The tingling sensation subsided. This wasn't the first time he had to clean up after sleeping in the library, of course. The other time he had fallen asleep on a book dealing with colour-changing charms and he almost screamed in despair at his reflection. The moving words paled in comparison.
Rae quietly closed the book and replaced it on the shelf where it had come from. As he was just about to give a loud yawn and stretch, he heard some footsteps from somewhere in the Restricted Section. How strange, no one should be here at this time, except for people like him who fell asleep. He extinguished the magical orb of light on his wand, and gave his eyes a few second to acclimatise to the darkness around him. Luckily, Rae's table had been in a hidden little alcove of books in the Restricted Section and whoever the other person might be, he or she would have been unlikely to have spotted Rae's light.
The footsteps stopped. A book seemed to have been pulled from a shelf. Perhaps any other person might have been tense with anticipation with every fiber of their being on edge, but not Rae. He was standing, though still as a statue, but rather nonchalantly at the shelf. He almost looked a little bored. He did want to return to his warm bedroom for a good sleep, but he decided he ought not to leave the Restricted Section when there was someone here after hours.
But suddenly, there was a low rumbling that Rae knew all too well. He was surprised for a while, but sank quickly back into knowing complacency - a student. The low rumbling could only mean one thing. The books in the Restricted Section were never this excited unless it had been that book that had been opened and no staff member in his right mind would do that in the darkest part of the night. Rae knew it all too well because - well, he had done it too. But no one knew that. And no one was going to.
Finally animating himself, Rae made some long and quick strides, knowing his way perfectly well through the Restricted Section by now. He reached the source of the rumbling within seconds. The ball of light lit up the face of a frightened and stunned Ignis teenage boy, holding up the book. With a stony expression, Rae grabbed the closed book from boy's hand, feeling it vibrating softly, almost a little sinisterly, as he slammed it back into the gap on the shelf where it belonged, before he pointed his wand towards the shelf and muttered, "Placidus." The rumbling decreased and slowly faded away as the books quietened themselves.
Turning back to the boy, Rae was secretly amused at how the boy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally, since his face was only illuminated by the pale whiteness of the Lumos light. Ignis, by the looks of it, as Rae glanced down at the crest on the boy's robes. "Well, now," said Rae in his best imitation of his old Head of House, who had been a stern prude-ish old lady. As a Professor and as a Head of House, Rae knew he had to deal with discipline matters though if he had his own way, he'd just let everyone do whatever they wanted. Still, he had a salary to draw. "And what do you think you were doing here, young man?" Honestly, Rae could almost laugh at himself, though the student probably didn't know that.
après moi, le deluge
AFTER ME COMES THE FLOOD
Group: Hogwarts: Slytherin
Member No.: 8,991
Joined: 5-July 10
| silvan aureus meier
slytherin. seventh year. charmer.
best girl friend it's a new day, but it all feels old, it's a good life, that's what
best guy friend i'm told but everything, it all just feels the same and my high
partners in crime school, it felt more to me like a jail cell, a penitentiary my
attached at the hip time spent there only made me see that i don't ever wanna
best friends be like you i don't wanna do the things you do i'm never gonna
good friends hear the words you say 'cause i don't ever wanna, i don't ever
average friends wanna be you...don't wanna be just like you what i'm sayin' is
inner circle this is the anthem throw all your hands up, you, don't wanna be
childhood friends you "go to college, a university, get a real job," that's what
outer circle they said to me but i could never live the way they want i'm gonna
secret friends get by and just do my time, out of step while they all get in line
drinking friends i'm just a minor threat so pay no mind do you really wanna
party friends be like them, do you really wanna be another trend? do you want
study buddy to be part of their crowd? 'cause i don't ever wanna, no i don't ever
friend-of-a-friend wanna be you...don't wanna be just like you what i'm sayin'
fake friends is this is the anthem throw all your hands up, you, don't wanna be
name basis you shake it once, that's fine shake it twice, that's okay, shake it 3
acquainted times, you're playing with yourself again you...don't wanna be just
we just met like you what i'm sayin' is this is the anthem throw all your hands
by reputation up, y'all got to feel me, sing if you're with me, you, don't wanna
know the face be just like you (just like you) this is the anthem throw all your
never met y'all got to feel me sing if you're with me another loser anthem woah
bangbangbang you come in cold, you're covered in blood. they're all so happy
hardcore you've arrived the doctor cuts your chord he hands you to your mom
mutual hatred she sets you free into this life and where do you go with no dest
i hate you ination, no maps to guide you. wouldn't you know that it doesn't
you hate me matter, we all end up the same. these are the chronicles of life
i dislike you and death and everything between. these are the stories of our
you dislike me lives, as fictional as they may seem. you come in this world,
mutual dislike and you go out just the same today could be the best day of
i scare you your life and money talks in this world that's what idiots will say
you scare me but you'll find out that this world, is just an idiots parade before
backstabber you go, you've got some questions. and you want answers but
ex-friend now you’re old, cold, covered in blood, right back to where you
rivals started from these are the chronicles of life and death and everything
bicker buddies between. these are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they
love/hate may seem. you come in this world, and you go out just the same.
jealousy today could be the worst day of your life. but these are the chronicles
annoyance of life and death and every thing between. these are the stories of
avoidance our lives, as fictional as they may seem. you come in this world, and
indifference you go out just the same. today could be the best day of, today
tolerance could be the worst day of, today could be the last day of your life.
final if you want me to wait i will wait for you if you tell me to stay i would
future stay right through if you don't wanna say anything at all i'm happy
current wondering go! yeah, yeah since i was a young man i never was a fun
in love man i never had a plan and no security then ever since i met you i
you crush me never could forget you i only wanna get you right here next to
i crushe you me cause everybody (a-whoa-oh-oh) needs someone that they
mutual crush can trust and you're somebody (a-whoa-oh-oh) that i found
past, good just in time if you want me to wait i would wait for you if you tell
past, bad me to stay i would stay right through if you don't wanna say any
an arrangement thing at all i'm happy wondering now my life is changing
secret it's always rearranging it's always getting stranger than i thought it
makeout buddies ever could ever since i found you i wanna be around you
fuck buddies i wanna get down to the point that i need you cause everybody
one night stand (a-whoa-oh-oh) needs someone that they can trust and you
friends w/ benefits 're somebody (a-whoa-oh-oh) that i found just in time if
enemies w/ benefits you want me to wait i would wait for you if you tell me
forbidden to stay i would stay right through if you don't wanna say anything
physical attraction at all i'm happy wondering go! yeah, yeah yeah, yeah don't
lust tell me the bad news don't tell me anything at all just tell me that you need
flirt me and stay right here with me if you want me to wait i would wait for you
on and off if you tell me to stay i would stay right through if you don't wanna
glances say anything at all i'm happy wondering if you want me to wait I would
i protect you she is a diamond, i am a stone i come from nowhere, she's been
you protect me to rome her dad is a lawyer, and mines not around she has
i respect you good manners, i'm rough all around but you could come from
you respect me something; you could come from nothing you could be a prin
parent cess; you could be a working man but in the end...we all want something
sibling else we all want something we can't have we all want something else we
other family all want something strange to us maybe a roll in the dirt, maybe a
like family seat in first class: we all want something we can't have. she wants to
it's complicated go to restaurants in beverly hills and people stare but i don't
mixed feelings care it's just what she grew up around. she drags me along to pa
roommate rties where people ask me where i went to college she knows damn
role model well i barely finished school. she knows a lot about yearly salaries
bad influence trust funds and dividends; she knows that i don't really care at
good influence all but we got together, and we're doing ok but you could come
stalker from something; you could come from nothing you could be a princess;
admiration you could be a working man but in the end...we all want something
obsession else we all want something we can't have we all want something else
emotional support we all want something strange to us maybe a roll in the dirt,
other (specify) maybe a seat in first class: we all want something we can't have.
hai so this plot page here was made by disgrace the name.
of caution v2. please leave this credit here. hey, and this is
important for the page: when it says "i," it means the plot
page's owner, and when it says you, it means the person
who is filling out the page. all lyrical credit goes to good
charlotte. NO GANKING or suffer my wrath of torture.<3
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