Ethan Taurus ;; District Six.

Ethan Aloman Taurus was born in the richest area of the first District to two parents who donated their entire being to the boy. Graced with his father's chocolate orbs and his mother's luscious brunette locks, Ethan was raised as a pampered and sophisticated child. Taken to every get-together and all the soirées thrown in the fabulous area of his home District he was blessed enough to live in, Ethan knew how to sweet talk a lady or a man, for that matter, into oblivion. No matter where the child wandered he received what he asked for. If he had his dirty brown oculars set on the prettiest, largest auburn-colored pony that was accustomed to a life in the barn with multiple other equines surrounding him, well, that pony would have to suck it up -- he was on his way to Ethan Taurus's backyard to stay for the rest of his life.

Sounds like a bitch, right? You are far from wrong. Ethan Aloman Taurus was raised to be a completely and totally rude, arrogant soul. His parents lavished him with presents and treats even after the little girl was forged inside of them and brought forth into the world. His younger sibling, Monayca, was very underprivileged compared to Ethan; if she asked for a pony -- which she wouldn't, since that action would result in a prompt and particularly painful beating -- she would most certainly not receive a pony in her backyard like her older brother. Monayca was simply not as important as Ethan.

For a while.

When Ethan Aloman turned thirteen years of age and his sister Monayca transitioned into a young girl of nine years, the Taurus family was relocated to the sixth District of Panem's Twelve. It was quite an easy leave for them all -- Ethan had never accumulated any friends and Monayca was a quiet, reclusive child, resulting in her lack of friends as well. However, the train ride to District Sixth changed everything completely. Ethan was in the back car tormenting the servers, his parents were in the front attempting to show off their large sums of money and fancy possessions, and Monayca was in the very middle befriending another small girl of only a year's difference in age. The rich couple never had assumed their disgrace of a daughter would ever have a single friend, but even if she had they wouldn't have truthfully cared all so much.

What set this apart, however, was the fact that Monayca's new friend was daughter of the mayor of District Six. This would instantly make the Tauruses acquaintances with higher-ups of their new home, which would make the parents of the two children unbelievably ecstatic. As soon as the two older members of the family found out about Monayca's new friend's heritage and background, they set aside their love for Ethan -- which had originally been formed simply because he followed in their footsteps of being snooty bitches -- and jumped into Monayca's life.

You could say Ethan Aloman Taurus was pissed; it would not be an understatement. In a matter of a train ride he had devolved from the spoiled rotten -- literally, rotten -- rich motherf*cker he had been all his life into a lowly piece of sh*t in his parents' eyes.

This devastated him greatly, of course. No longer would the boy get a pony when he asked for one. He couldn't go on how he had been previously. He had to change. His whole life was over in his f*cking creepy brown eyes.

The Tauruses had lived in the sixth District for approximately four months when Ethan Aloman could no longer take the torment of being treated like his sh*tty sister had been only a few months prior. One night when their parents had left for a huge masquerade ball, Ethan and his sister Monayca were home alone. It was Ethan's job to feed the child, bathe the child, paint the child's toenails, and whatever else it may be that she wanted done to her. This, however, did not fit Ethan's personal agenda for the night. What did fit his agenda, however, would leave a lasting impression on everyone in the area. He was tired of standing behind the crowd and being overshadowed by anyone. He was going to do something unique -- something so completely crazy that not many other motherf*ckers would even dare attempt it.

Ethan Aloman Taurus did what his initials spelled out. He eated ate. Bringing his innocent, still fairly quiet and unselfish sister into the newly remodeled Victorian bathroom, he shoved her into the royal Jacuzzi bathtub -- one of less than ten in the whole of the District -- and told her to stay quiet. Listening to her older brother as she had been told to do in case of an emergency -- which, to her, it was -- Monayca lay in the tub silent and motionless as her brother’s mind unraveled and he dug his teeth deep into her right forearm. You could tell she wanted to scream, wanted to cry out for someone to help her; but she remained stoic. This, however, was not a good thing for Ethan. In fact, it was a horrible thing. He could sense her rising agony each time he sank his canines into her flesh and forced red sticky liquid out of her arm and into his mouth and the bathtub -- but he didn’t want to sense her pain; he wanted to hear it.

And so the thirteen year old boy -- barely able to be considered a man -- undressed his younger, innocent little sister, all the while digging his teeth into her body in various locations and ripping off skin and human meat. Monayca tried her hardest to suppress her screams, not wanting to let him win so easily; but it was impossible for anyone to do such a thing. Bleeding in more places than one, the girl let out a quivering, earsplitting shriek that could be heard blocks away. Neighbors charged to the house, fearing a burglary or even a murderer. Nobody expected a boy who had barely hit puberty covered in blood and n the bathtub naked with his younger sister. No one expected him to not stop even after the neighbors had arrived. Several vomited on the Tauruses bathroom floor and fled the scene quickly; others stood frozen, watching the scene in anguish and disgust. Either way, Ethan kept on. This became one of his largest chunks of his personality -- stubborn as an f*cker and wicked. Wholeheartedly wicked.

Once Ethan had received enough pleasure from the dying girls’ yelps of horror and shouts of agony he stood up, and waved at his sister. Telling her to have a nice life, he thrust his head downward and took as large of a chunk as possible for a human to take out of her left bicep. Still today there is a gaping hole there from the incident. The newly-confirmed cannibal fled the house and decided to live on his own in the slums of the District, but each and every day there were neighborhood reports of him strolling along and passing the Taurus house.

They never sent a search party for him. Ethan scoffed after a three month period of being alone and away from his family, realizing that their life was worthless as a large smelly pile of sh*t compared to him. So, why not eat them? He had, anyway, eaten a few animals raw since his departure; but what he really wanted was fresh dying bloody humans. Licking his lips fervently, he returned to his old home and went and sat in his parents’ bedroom until they returned from a party. Both squealed like small children -- girls, particularly -- and ran out the door. And Ethan shook his head, standing up and following them out of the house and down the street. The funny thing is, the boy was meandering casually after them while the two were running as fast as they could in an expensive new tuxedo and higher high heels, Of course, they became tired and collapsed a few houses down; Ethan, however, was ready. He walked right up to the two and dragged his mother away, into their backyard where a pony would be if his parents still loved him. Oh the f*ck well.

He stabbed her for that. Not with a knife, though -- oh no, that’d be too simple. He did it with his teeth, ripping the shiny new nose right off of her face and tossing it into the neighbor’s yard. Once again, he repeated exactly what he had done with his younger sister a few months prior, only this time it was with his mother. Some might call him sick; but he really just needs to satisfy his cravings.

What he did to his father was much worse than what he had done to the two females. You can probably imagine what happened after Ethan stuffed his weeping mother in the sandbox in the backyard. Ambling up to his father, Ethan tied him down and did what he had done earlier… But now, he would never be able to have any siblings. That’s right -- he bit it clean off.

One might think this to be a scarring memory that would haunt the cannibal's dreams and turn them into nightmare; but, strangely, he enjoyed this act more than the ones he had committed unto his female relatives. After he fled the community of his home in District Six and moved into the more slimy sections, he began to sneak his way into nightclubs illegally and party the night away. Typically, he would go home with some extremely drunken man and pleasure him the rest of the night in all ways possible for a teenage boy. Ethan wasn't much of a drinker, but he was one for getting others drunk. That way, he could do whatever he pleased without any disagreement presented. During the day, after he had stayed up all night in various men's beds, he would find some small girl or frail older woman to bite the flesh off of and run to hide. He never got caught in the act of cannibalism, seeing as he would flee right after taking a chunk out of their skin.

Now, Ethan is considered a man by many. Being eighteen, he can get into several of the nightclubs in the area legally, and can pick up some men without having to intoxicate them. His height is rather above average; the boy is well over sex feet tall. His whole being is full of thick muscles that protrude mainly from his chest, biceps, abdomen, genitalia/anus and calves. He could easily win a fight against any normal citizen.

The muscles that sit upon his biceps are firm and immense and are used to lift heavy loads around the side alley in which he calls home. His calves are bulky and thick from years of running around town and doing a certain kind of pumping each night. When compared to the tiny ankles that are attached, the calves look like massive cruise ships next to tiny, minuscule shrimp boats.

Masculine, square pecs rest on top his chest and can withstand fierce jabs from opposing forces. Having been built up for a fair amount of time, the chest of the cannibal whore has grown strong as a cement block. His abdomen is also the same way, being firm and tight with six indentures along it.

His face is fairly pointy, with a chin that comes to a rounded point at the end. Dull, chocolate spheres rest in his eye sockets, with few eyelashes sprouting out from around them. Usually there are a few splotches of dirt on his face, unless his previous night's lover allows him a shower. His dark brown hair tends to be greasy as well, except when the previously mentioned shower occurs. Even then, it tends to remain rather greasy. His hair is always in a tangled mess, as well, since he hasn't brushed it in over 8 years.

In short, Ethan will kill/rape/eat you.