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STORY AS SNIT-BITS NOT COMPLETE TALES

Background:
I was born June 8, 1937 in Akureyri, Northeast Iceland to Tonya (Secretary) and Joseph (Goods Manager) Bartram. Both married early in their twenties just 4 years apart and had me 2 years later. It was as normal a home as one would think. I was never abused as a child; my parents raised me well as to be expected. We lived in a rather moderate home, with a median income out in the country. Very large property woods out back large plains, the sort with Juniper and Birch Trees scattered about.

Around the age of 5 parents brought a dog home, Border Collie named Trolley. Started attending Primary School, didn't think much of it, mostly fixated on the letter blocks, toys, and recess.

Started to really notice the birds living out back of the house especially the dark feathered ones and their unusual bird-calls. Usually just sit out there with a toy bucket and shovel digging for things in the ground or just beyond the fence.

One time Trolley got past the fence and didn't come back till suppertime cuts all over his paws and belly (age 7) was intrigued by the lacerations he sustained and what was under his fur.

When I turned 7, father decided it was a good time to start the nearly every summer camping trip, just the two of us. He was an outdoorsman, his father taught him how to hunt deer, quail, and fishing. When we went fly fishing I usually held the net so that when he caught something I'd be down at the edge ready to catch it and we'd clean them up nice there (Check fishing area reference). We'd camp out, he'd teach me along the way to do things like pitch a tent, start a fire, and show me what plants were good or bad, things a father taught their sons. Typical things, very ordinary.

First animal dissection was shortly after that along the start of winter. I caught a field mouse in one of the traps I'd set up. I tossed the cage with the mouse around a few times till it stopped moving before picking it up and used a kitchen knife to cut it open. Blood was still warm and I saw it kick rapidly 2 times before it stopped completely. I thought it pretty neat kicking like that after I cut its belly and wanted it to keep going, but it didn't. Felt around a bit, pulled out its guts and tossed it to the side which one of the dark feathered birds flew by and picked up, flew up a tree, and started picking at it; so I pulled out other parts from inside and tossed it over, at the end of it, it was all messy, my hands all bloody, I threw the mouse and tried to wipe some of the blood on the tree trunk, but it wouldn't all come off. First time mom made a fuse to dad about my outings.

By age 9 I'd killed more mice, a stray cat, a rabbit, and finally a dark feathered bird. When I caught that bird I was more surprised than anything. I thought I'd never get one. Its feathers were shiny, so black it looked blue. I wanted those shiny feathers so I started pulling them off the bird. I didn't manage to get a good clean feather till a couple of tries in, that's when I got the hang of pulling them out correctly since before I'd end up bending them so bad that they wouldn't straighten out. The bird was featherless at the end of it just lying there. I wanted to see it inside and used my Swiss Army Knife on its legs first. The texture was different and so I took my knife and tried to scrape off what I thought were scales on its clawed legs like you would take corn off a cob. I went faster and faster till I hit the bone and back up to its belly. Hollowed out the eyes and pushed my fingers in to get them down and through its mouth. That's when I started hearing swoosh sounds and looked around as a few more black birds settled on the trees around me.

I wanted to keep this black bird for myself. I wanted its parts so I took him home and since I knew how to make my own camp fire I took one of the pots from the kitchen and went out behind the shed and shoveled a small pit so I can make it. Mom and dad were long gone since it was workday with no school for me, except for the nanny that mostly kept herself busy in the house left me with all the free time I needed. I boiled that black bird, took all its meat off them bones and found the skull intriguing. I didn't expect to see two different colors for the beak and skull. There it was, stark white against this grayish beak fused together. I knew I'd have to get another black birds right then. I wanted one whole skull and another separated into the two parts.

Tentative Story of Cailean Bartram

History:
~Already dead he's recounting his story in purgatory after his last murder of police officer Lowe's partner, who's now after him.

~After murdering Matthews (Born 1957; Died 1993 at 36) in his home, Officer Lowe lost all reasoning and took his revenge upon Cailean.

~Lowe waited a year later to kill Cailean so that he reached the age that matched the year Matthews was born in.

~Lowe (Born 1950) was placed as lead investigator of “The Plume Slaughter” case in order to apprehend known Serial Killer Cailean Bartram. At the time they knew of only 14 murder cases linked to him, but would later find that number increased to 17 during the course of his investigation, Cailean found out where Lowe lived and killed his lover, Matthews.

~Cailean, in psychological terms is a Sociopath. He's a well known serial killer, very disciplined, and good at covering his tracks, but because of his signature of leaving a raven's feather at the crime scenes they knew which murders where his.

~Being a Sociopath, Cailean felt that when he took a life and felt that person's life slipping away it was the only time he could feel any type of emotions. His love for Crows/Ravens earned him the nickname Hrafn, but his full name is Cailean Bartram.

~Died 17 year ago in 1994 at the age of 57. (Correlation between # of victims and telling his story 17 years after his death)

~Cailean is 13 years older than Lowe, who is 7 years older than Matthews.

Brief:
Single child, had what seemed like a normal upbringing, but early on his mother noticed he wasn't like normal boys his age. He'd come inside with dried blood on his hands after playing in the backyard. Would behave strangely around kids his age and so when he hit his teen years, his parents had an “accident” where they were killed in a car crash only that later on when officers investigated his past they found that a single raven's feather was found at the scene.

The Crimes

First Kill:
Parents
Trigger: Moving

Murders:
17 Total
Document 12 with only gender, weapon, CoD
Only write of the last 5
1. Old woman in her home; crochet needle; puncture of carotid artery (neck), exsanguination
2. Last train rider on secluded road (male); knife; stab wound to lower back; abdomen, internal bleeding
3. Late night grocery store cart attendant (male); stun gun followed by slit throat; exsanguination
4. Man fishing at the river, killed at the banks; fishing wire; strangulation
5. Matthews

A Wanted Man:
After the 14th kill is when he was being hunted down by Lowe

Confrontation:
Death:

Story In Progress

Information

Basics Name: Cailean Bartram Nickname: Hrafn (Icelandic name of Old Norse origin, meaning raven) Birthday: June 8, 1937 Death: 1994 Age: 57 Place of Birth: Akureyri, Northeast Iceland Status: Deceased Role: Serial Killer Song: Burn My Shadow by Unkle Evidence: Processing Pet: Hrokr Weapons: Used either the knife he carried or if in the home of a victim something that was handy.

Description

Hair Color: Light Chestnut Brown with Gray
Hair Length: Neck
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Light Hazel
Eye's: Dark Circles Underneath
Height: 5' 8”
Weight: 124 lbs
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Art: Ready by Assassin
Steady by User not found: camera
Needle by Shakespeare

To-Do List

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- Custom Profile
- Organize TC
- Develope Storyline
- Name Change
- Commission Art