My name is Raven Beckam. I am a girl, 6'2, and I am 17 years old. I have light brown hair, cut boy short. I was born outside of Manchester, England. My family is fairly wealthy, wealthy enough to get away with murder. They run their own "business." A business in killing. It all started around 80 years ago when my grandfather was very very poor. He and his brothers were forced to steal from the rich. Nothing major just food and clothing. It soon escalated to jewelry and money. This caused 3 of my uncles to be placed in jail for 8 years. During the 8 years they were gone my grandfather and his last two youngest brothers traveled to London seeking revenge. When they arrived the stumbled on a group of "gang" members who were completely aware of my grand fathers presence. They threatened to kick the shit out of him. My grandfather walked calmly to the leader and grabbed him by his throat and choked him to death in the middle of the street.
He was sent to jail as well but before he did he sent his younger brothers back to Manchester to gather a group of men to wait for him when he got out. They did as they were told and the gathered 30 men all criminals or psychopaths. He was released after no witnesses came forward at his case hearing.
Sorry it's very short I'm not sure if I should share the rest of his story and start mine or finish his then start mine
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The Beckams
HorreurThis is the story of my family. I am raven, I am the oldest. My family is full of wealthy killers and merchants this is how we came to be the Beckams
