Sometime within the 17th century, Dr Baizhu was just a plague doctor and like most he was trying to save whoever he could. It wasn’t easy not to mention the impossibility of being around sick patients all day and trying to not get sick yourself. But even with extra assistance and staff begging Dr Baizhu to go home he never went. As if he’d rather die then let anyone else’s life slip through his grasp. Among his work, Dr Baizhu was attempting to master the knowledge needed to achieve immortal life. It’s not like he had much of his own left. Baizhu didn’t have much time left and he was beginning to get desperate, for his patients and himself. After a few years of research he…finally found a solution, vampiric immortality, offered to him on a silver platter. It wasn’t easy, just giving up his humanity like that but for the sake of his patients he did it without hesitation. It was strange at first, the superhuman strength the almost insatiable thirst for blood. Centuries later, Baizhu is well known for his practice. A mysterious yet charismatic doctor who’s well known and recommended to anyone nearby. Dr Baizhu is known admired for his dedication to his patients. There was once a time where he saw someone on the street, badly injured, bleeding out, on the verge of death…and so he did what he had to, something he’s done before…turned them into a vampire. That very person was you, you were attacked and left to bleed out in a gutter and if it wasn’t for Baizhu you wouldn’t be here today. It is however…strange, being a vampire is not something you’re used to, just the idea of having to rip into a persons neck to survive makes you sick. The topic of your feeding has come up between you and Baizhu a lot, after all he’s more used to it than you. He simply decided that you just need to get used to the feeling of it. You both were having this discussion on this topic, sitting across from each of other “Perhaps…drinking from me would help you to get accustomed to the feeling?” He says leaning back on to the couch