I've met immortals asking me why I call myself Dr. Coriander Sinzire. The answer is so simple, you won't even have to think about it. After I turned 23 and was released from Hell, I seemed to wander around like the bloodthirsty demon I was. Granted, I had no other emotions, but hate, rage and the drive to cause sin and chaos ran through my veins like untamed mustangs. I was furious for blood and I held no care in the world. Of course, I went on like this for about a year or two before I wandered into a grand library and happened upon my first medical book. Naturally, I was quite curious and picked it up, sat down and started reading from the first page. The specific detail of such a piece of great learning material opened up so many door and the possibilities were endless apparently. I didn't hesitate to go and get myself another book before I sat down and read it as well. The things I learned from those books gave me an interest which I took upon myself to continue exploring. The ways of the human body and finding the best weak points to which I could use for my advantages. I retained every bit of information I could from those books, pulling out even more and bringing them to my apartment at the time.
I spent countless hours reading what I could, finding out the tender and most easily available areas of the human body to get the quickest blood flow. Places that would bleed a human in minutes flat. Oh the things I've learned. Of course, I won't tell any of it to anyone unless they were going to be learning from me. Getting back to my story, as time passed on, I became quite amused and enthralled with it all. Once I brought a victim home to test my learnings, they all proved to be a bit messy at first. Couldn't blame me since it was the first time I was trying to be somewhat civil with the way I was killing people. Truth be told, I went through five more humans before I perfected more of a method to striping people of their outer skins and digging into their inner selves. Practice makes perfect after all.