In Loving Memory of Selkie
Player and Staff Member on Haven

A beautiful flower like Selkie always stood out in a room. She sparkled brightly and was full of life. Yet tragically that bright light was taken from us on the 21st of September 2002.

She affected the lives of all those she met on Haven. She was always friendly and helpful. She never failed to help someone if they needed it. She had a vibrancy shared by few and the ability to get everyone in the room talking and enjoying themselves.

Few I know come close to the creativity that Selkie had. She had the ability to engage people and from her came the most amazing role-playing scenes. Yet her creativity did not stop there. Her character descriptions entranced the imagination and the areas she built were breathtaking and inspired.

It is deeply saddening that she has gone so young. She would have shared so much with the rest of the world and it is a true tragedy that now she won't be able to now.

May the Gods and Goddesses watch over our friend, Selkie and may she rest in peace, though she lives on in our hearts.

Selkie's Memorial Service on Haven


 
 
 

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Selkie is a petite lady young enough to be called a girl by some, she looks to have seen but sixteen summers. A soft, powered rose blush sweeps over a light tanned complexion. She has slightly tilted, large sea greenish-blue colored eyes, that in certain lights sparkle with silvery highlights and in others is the shade of stormy ocean waves. They sparkle with mischievous intelligence that look about in a confidant yet relaxed, manner completing an impression of suppressed energy. Long dark, curled lashes, and full eyebrows accent her delicate features. A small, slightly upturned nose painted with a barely noticeable spray of freckles, high cheek bones and a slightly angular chin gives her an impish look, especially when her ready smile quirks the corners of her bow shaped, ripe mouth upwards in soft laughs. Brushing tendrils of her thick hair back every so often to keep it out of her face, it glints with auburn and amber, roan and cinnabar, and a thousand shades of red and gold. An elaborate hair clip of sapphire and silver tries in vain to tame her glossy hair that tumbles with an impetuous wild abandon all about her head and shoulders down past her waist in luxurious, naturally curly waves.

        Selkie wears a form fitting, almost transparent, silk dress. It is of a flowing, silvery azure colored material that seems to gently glide over the curves of her well-proportioned figure. Her dresses are quite low-cut, with revealing necklines that show a good bit of the abundant, rounded treasure - that is obviously meant to be appreciated. She has a slim neck draped with a small silver intricately linked chain with a suspended sapphire teardrop pendant that seems poised precariously at the base of her throat. Small, silver charms intertwined with tiny twinkling sapphires dangles from her ears, ankles, and wrists that tinkle softly with each step. Shiny black boots of cured leather attire her delicate feet.

        Moving with a self assured air of fluid, feline grace, with each seductive sway, the long slit in Selkie's skirt momentarily reveals what appears to be a rose colored birthmark and a tattoo of a rambling vine, complete with leaves and thorns. It resembles clusters of small red, rose blossoms that trail the length of her left leg from ankle to thigh before the silky fabric slides back with the next supple step to conceal the leg again.

        Her voice, when heard, is sultry mellow, yet its tone has a pleasingly expressive, accent in a rich contralto. A siren song that can range from a husky ballad to a emotion wrenching alto. The only thing that could be said to be petite about Selkie is her height, which does not in any way diminish the impact she has on others. She is gracious, inviting - that and more, but also uninhibited and unashamed, but always a Lady in public. . As she, turns to glance about for a brief moment one may catch the slight scent of an exotic spice with a hint of ocean breezes.

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