Frank grew up in the small town of Ouray, Colorado before going to college and then medical school. His mother was a vet and this piqued his interest in being a doctor. He was a practicing doctor in Colorado Springs, but wanting to move to see some new sites. A few patients that needed his care were violently attacked by vampires. Because of this, he doesn't like vampires much at all.
Unfortunately while still in Colorado Springs, one of his patients forgot to disclose their blood was toxic with a were virus. Frank had been checking on his patient before the guy doubled over and puked onto his body and parts of his face, blood mixed with stomach contents. He'd cleaned up, but the contagion still managed to get in his body through some splashing into his eyes. Come that next full moon he woke up in the middle of a mountain trail completely naked despite him knowing he had just been arriving home the previous evening. When he got home, the entire house had been destroyed thanks to his claws. A quick bit of research and he realized he was a were of some kind, probably feline. It was about this time that a hospital in a surrounding town near Ridgefield had an opening for him. He figured this was as good a time as any to adapt to a massive life change like being a Were mixed with an opportunity to explore some new sights and he took it. Now he's just trying to figure out how to balance Were things with his job and what this actually means for his future.