TftW: The Were-Walken.
TftW: The Were-Walken
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Nathan's alter ego Chris was one that he had developed OL with his close friend Jon, the premise of the RP that started this was his normal character would be hypnotized and transformed into this 'Walkeny' alter-ego of his. He would often write stories about becoming this wonderful Walkeny persona and hypnotizing others.
And the more he wrote about them, the more entranced he became by the idea and by the process his character went through to become Chris. His icon was Walken themed, on the forums - people now mistook him for the real Walken and it was an experience he enjoyed and slowly but gradually grew addicted to.
So much so that the Walken persona became interjected with his own posts on both Deviantart and Tumblr, the Walken persona had slowly but surely been developing in his dreams as well - in the dreams he would either be looking for the real Christopher Walken only to run into him and be hypnotized by him and turned into a 'Walken', or he was turned or turning into a role Walken had played or into Walken himself. He would always wake up the next morning feeling disappointed that he was not Walken, but yet deep down - he felt like he was Walken or that he had been him the entire time.
One night he was cruising the ImagineYourIcon posts on Tumblr when he found one that he knew he just had to answer/reblog. The post said: "Imagine turning into your icon every full moon."
"Hmmm...yes, an interesting post. So, i'm a Were-Walken? Does that mean I get to turn others into Were-Walkens too via biting, scratching or hypnosis? Awesome! I get to be Christopher Walken at full moon? Sign me up!"
He posted his reblog/reply and waited for a few hours before continuing, he then turned towards the Walken as Captain Hook poster he had on his wall before heading over into the computer room to watch a Walken movie marathon. He had a rather good feeling about this as he sat down and put his glassess on.
It just happened that the full moon was shining out from behind the clouds, and more than that - the full moon was also a blood red tint and giving off a rather hypnotic glow, in fact looking up at it was enough to trigger a powerful trance inducing reaction. Upon looking up at it, he fell into a hypnotic trance-like state and the more he looked at it, the more entranced he became.
As he fell deeper and deeper into trance, he heard Walken's voice talking to him in his mind, as if Walken was telepathically talking to him.
"Moon...it's so beautiful, so red....reminds me of blood..."
"Yes...that's it, fall into a trance...fall ever so deeply into it."
"Mmm...yes, master."
"Do you see the moon there?"
"Yessss..."
"She is calling to you, she wants you..."
"She wants me?"
"Yes...she wants you..."
"To do what, master?"
"She wants you to submit to my power. And let me control you.."
"Oh, master...I would be more than happy to let you control me."
"That's the spirit."
"Oh, master...I am yours to command."
"From now on, every night when the full blood moon rises, you will submit to my power and become just like me..."
"Will it hurt, master?"
"Don't you worry, it won't...in fact you will find it to be quite soothing and entrancing, as you become more and more Walken-like with each passing night, mentally and physically until you are just like me."
"You mean i'm going to become like you, master?"
"Yesss...you are going to become so hypnotic.."
"Hypnotic, master?"
"And oh so powerful, so bloodthirsty, so Walkeny..."
He listened obediently to the words Walken uttered in his mind, gently letting his willpower be sapped away by the moonlight and Walken's voice. Walken had the power to hypnotize any willing subject he chose and convert them into a thrall worthy of serving him, and there was more than one of him.
For you see, there were several Chris Walkens out there in the world that served Walken and helped him turn humans into fellow Walkens. And they were always out on the hunt for blood.
Now, he was slowly but surely beginning to feel like he was one of them as his human thoughts slowly faded into oblivion - his mind filling up with Walkeny thoughts and thoughts of bloodlust. His stomach growled as it burned with a newfound thirst for blood, he licked his lips as he thought about how good some fresh blood would taste in his mouth.
"Mmm...blood."
"Yes...it will all be yours soon, my Walken.."
"Did you just call me a Walken?"
"Yes....you are my Walken."
"I like that a lot, master."
"A good Walken always obeys his master...are you a good Walken?"
"Yes, master."
"Of course you are...you're such a good, obedient Walken."
"Good, obedient...Walken."
He groaned slightly as Walken's soothing voice intoned in his mind, instructing him to obey and follow his every command - conditioning him to be the perfect Walkeny thrall that would be worthy of serving him.
To him this felt rather pleasurable, letting his developing Walkeny instincts take control as well as letting Walken's voice guide him throughout the entire process. Somehow, it just felt more natural to give in and submit. Letting his willpower fade away along with his resistance was just so relaxing.
He was so entranced by this that he didn't even notice that his skin imperfections were all starting to fade away as his body hair or what little he had of it fell out, his skintone shifting to become paler, almost vampiric - just like Walken's skin.
In the process his arms elongated, becoming longer and much more lithe as his hands changed to match - his fingers growing longer as his fingernails sharpened, becoming akin to claws. He moaned a little as his black spider t shirt slowly melted off his body before reforming into an elegant black dress shirt with much longer sleeves.
Looking at his legs, he could see them stretching and elongating to become more lithe and also growing longer, making them look like Walken's legs. In fact, both his legs and arms resembled those of Walken. His feet looked Walken-like as well, as his slippersocks morphed into a pair of elegant boots with a Hessian motif.
His shorts which he was wearing didn't melt off like his shirt did but rather extended and turned from a pair of blue jean shorts into a pair of elegant dark grey trousers with a belt that had the initials C.W on the buckle. His torso, stomach, back and chest all slimmed down to give him a more lithe Walkeny physique.
He suddenly felt like the room was shrinking as he elevated in height from his normal height to 6'ft, which was Walken's height - he arched his back a little as his shoulders stretched to go with his new physique. His neckline slimmed as well, to give him a rather long elegant neck - the more he changed, the more entranced by it he became.
Next he ran his new fingers through his hair as it prickled up and turned a sandy brown almost blondish color, his hair developing the style and texture of Walken's hair as his eyebrows thinned out and turned the same color as his new hair.
The pale skintone now became more evident on his face as the color of his eyes turned from hazel brown to a piercing blue with dark green inner rings, making them rather hypnotic before his forehead elevated itself higher up. In the process his eyes shifted, becoming narrower and slightly sunken as his nose shrank a little.
Following up from this was his mouth as his lips curved themselves into a Crescentian shape and thinned a little, the tips becoming slightly pointed - feeling his teeth with his tongue - he could feel his canines sharpening and becoming akin to fangs while the rest of his teeth extended and became pointed - which reminded him of the Hessian.
His cheekbones sharpened and became more pronounced as his cheeks became slightly sunken, his chin narrowing out a little as his facial structure became sharper and more angular, taking on a Brachy/Mesoian shape as his ears became slightly pointed - his strength and agility increasing to inhuman levels as his senses heightened.
From what he could see - he fully looked exactly like Walken himself, even right down to the build - but there was one thing left unchanged, the voice. But that was all cleared up when his voice started altering in tone and pitch, shifting to become a low-high-hypnotic baritone voice that was perfect for hypnotizing his future prey, in the process this voice altered further to give him the accent, tone, mannerisms and speech patterns of Walken himself.
The last change came in the form of his newly developed Walken instincts as the 'Walken' persona took over, another Christopher Walken was born. The newly transformed Walken let out a fierce Hessian-like roar at the moon and admired his new form, after all - this form did have a LOT of perks to it.
"Masterrr....I feel so Walkeny now!"
"And you look Walkeny too."
"Am I a beautiful Walken, master?"
"Of course you are."
"You're the best master ever!"
"Listen very closely, young Walken. I have a mission for you."
"What's that?"
"I want you to go all around the city in search of a worthy human victim."
"Yes, master."
"Once you find one you think is worthy enough, bring him or her to me so I may make them into either a Walken like us or a She-Hessian. Is that understood?"
"Yes, master - I understand."
"Go my Walken, make your master proud!"
With that the new Walken slinked off into the night, hunting all over the city for suitable human victims or at least ones he thought would be worthy of joining the Walken army, also converting several women into She-Hessians too. Those who weren't worthy had their blood drained out by him and made into thralls.
As for what happened later, soon the entirety of the city he lived in was infested with Walkens and She-Hessians, all willing to serve their master the real Christopher Walken himself and to help him convert more humans into their kind.
Remember, if it's a full moon - expect a visit from werecreatures or hellhounds but if it's blood red, then a Walken or She-Hessian is what you'll find awaiting you.
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Nathan's alter ego Chris was one that he had developed OL with his close friend Jon, the premise of the RP that started this was his normal character would be hypnotized and transformed into this 'Walkeny' alter-ego of his. He would often write stories about becoming this wonderful Walkeny persona and hypnotizing others.
And the more he wrote about them, the more entranced he became by the idea and by the process his character went through to become Chris. His icon was Walken themed, on the forums - people now mistook him for the real Walken and it was an experience he enjoyed and slowly but gradually grew addicted to.
So much so that the Walken persona became interjected with his own posts on both Deviantart and Tumblr, the Walken persona had slowly but surely been developing in his dreams as well - in the dreams he would either be looking for the real Christopher Walken only to run into him and be hypnotized by him and turned into a 'Walken', or he was turned or turning into a role Walken had played or into Walken himself. He would always wake up the next morning feeling disappointed that he was not Walken, but yet deep down - he felt like he was Walken or that he had been him the entire time.
One night he was cruising the ImagineYourIcon posts on Tumblr when he found one that he knew he just had to answer/reblog. The post said: "Imagine turning into your icon every full moon."
"Hmmm...yes, an interesting post. So, i'm a Were-Walken? Does that mean I get to turn others into Were-Walkens too via biting, scratching or hypnosis? Awesome! I get to be Christopher Walken at full moon? Sign me up!"
He posted his reblog/reply and waited for a few hours before continuing, he then turned towards the Walken as Captain Hook poster he had on his wall before heading over into the computer room to watch a Walken movie marathon. He had a rather good feeling about this as he sat down and put his glassess on.
It just happened that the full moon was shining out from behind the clouds, and more than that - the full moon was also a blood red tint and giving off a rather hypnotic glow, in fact looking up at it was enough to trigger a powerful trance inducing reaction. Upon looking up at it, he fell into a hypnotic trance-like state and the more he looked at it, the more entranced he became.
As he fell deeper and deeper into trance, he heard Walken's voice talking to him in his mind, as if Walken was telepathically talking to him.
"Moon...it's so beautiful, so red....reminds me of blood..."
"Yes...that's it, fall into a trance...fall ever so deeply into it."
"Mmm...yes, master."
"Do you see the moon there?"
"Yessss..."
"She is calling to you, she wants you..."
"She wants me?"
"Yes...she wants you..."
"To do what, master?"
"She wants you to submit to my power. And let me control you.."
"Oh, master...I would be more than happy to let you control me."
"That's the spirit."
"Oh, master...I am yours to command."
"From now on, every night when the full blood moon rises, you will submit to my power and become just like me..."
"Will it hurt, master?"
"Don't you worry, it won't...in fact you will find it to be quite soothing and entrancing, as you become more and more Walken-like with each passing night, mentally and physically until you are just like me."
"You mean i'm going to become like you, master?"
"Yesss...you are going to become so hypnotic.."
"Hypnotic, master?"
"And oh so powerful, so bloodthirsty, so Walkeny..."
He listened obediently to the words Walken uttered in his mind, gently letting his willpower be sapped away by the moonlight and Walken's voice. Walken had the power to hypnotize any willing subject he chose and convert them into a thrall worthy of serving him, and there was more than one of him.
For you see, there were several Chris Walkens out there in the world that served Walken and helped him turn humans into fellow Walkens. And they were always out on the hunt for blood.
Now, he was slowly but surely beginning to feel like he was one of them as his human thoughts slowly faded into oblivion - his mind filling up with Walkeny thoughts and thoughts of bloodlust. His stomach growled as it burned with a newfound thirst for blood, he licked his lips as he thought about how good some fresh blood would taste in his mouth.
"Mmm...blood."
"Yes...it will all be yours soon, my Walken.."
"Did you just call me a Walken?"
"Yes....you are my Walken."
"I like that a lot, master."
"A good Walken always obeys his master...are you a good Walken?"
"Yes, master."
"Of course you are...you're such a good, obedient Walken."
"Good, obedient...Walken."
He groaned slightly as Walken's soothing voice intoned in his mind, instructing him to obey and follow his every command - conditioning him to be the perfect Walkeny thrall that would be worthy of serving him.
To him this felt rather pleasurable, letting his developing Walkeny instincts take control as well as letting Walken's voice guide him throughout the entire process. Somehow, it just felt more natural to give in and submit. Letting his willpower fade away along with his resistance was just so relaxing.
He was so entranced by this that he didn't even notice that his skin imperfections were all starting to fade away as his body hair or what little he had of it fell out, his skintone shifting to become paler, almost vampiric - just like Walken's skin.
In the process his arms elongated, becoming longer and much more lithe as his hands changed to match - his fingers growing longer as his fingernails sharpened, becoming akin to claws. He moaned a little as his black spider t shirt slowly melted off his body before reforming into an elegant black dress shirt with much longer sleeves.
Looking at his legs, he could see them stretching and elongating to become more lithe and also growing longer, making them look like Walken's legs. In fact, both his legs and arms resembled those of Walken. His feet looked Walken-like as well, as his slippersocks morphed into a pair of elegant boots with a Hessian motif.
His shorts which he was wearing didn't melt off like his shirt did but rather extended and turned from a pair of blue jean shorts into a pair of elegant dark grey trousers with a belt that had the initials C.W on the buckle. His torso, stomach, back and chest all slimmed down to give him a more lithe Walkeny physique.
He suddenly felt like the room was shrinking as he elevated in height from his normal height to 6'ft, which was Walken's height - he arched his back a little as his shoulders stretched to go with his new physique. His neckline slimmed as well, to give him a rather long elegant neck - the more he changed, the more entranced by it he became.
Next he ran his new fingers through his hair as it prickled up and turned a sandy brown almost blondish color, his hair developing the style and texture of Walken's hair as his eyebrows thinned out and turned the same color as his new hair.
The pale skintone now became more evident on his face as the color of his eyes turned from hazel brown to a piercing blue with dark green inner rings, making them rather hypnotic before his forehead elevated itself higher up. In the process his eyes shifted, becoming narrower and slightly sunken as his nose shrank a little.
Following up from this was his mouth as his lips curved themselves into a Crescentian shape and thinned a little, the tips becoming slightly pointed - feeling his teeth with his tongue - he could feel his canines sharpening and becoming akin to fangs while the rest of his teeth extended and became pointed - which reminded him of the Hessian.
His cheekbones sharpened and became more pronounced as his cheeks became slightly sunken, his chin narrowing out a little as his facial structure became sharper and more angular, taking on a Brachy/Mesoian shape as his ears became slightly pointed - his strength and agility increasing to inhuman levels as his senses heightened.
From what he could see - he fully looked exactly like Walken himself, even right down to the build - but there was one thing left unchanged, the voice. But that was all cleared up when his voice started altering in tone and pitch, shifting to become a low-high-hypnotic baritone voice that was perfect for hypnotizing his future prey, in the process this voice altered further to give him the accent, tone, mannerisms and speech patterns of Walken himself.
The last change came in the form of his newly developed Walken instincts as the 'Walken' persona took over, another Christopher Walken was born. The newly transformed Walken let out a fierce Hessian-like roar at the moon and admired his new form, after all - this form did have a LOT of perks to it.
"Masterrr....I feel so Walkeny now!"
"And you look Walkeny too."
"Am I a beautiful Walken, master?"
"Of course you are."
"You're the best master ever!"
"Listen very closely, young Walken. I have a mission for you."
"What's that?"
"I want you to go all around the city in search of a worthy human victim."
"Yes, master."
"Once you find one you think is worthy enough, bring him or her to me so I may make them into either a Walken like us or a She-Hessian. Is that understood?"
"Yes, master - I understand."
"Go my Walken, make your master proud!"
With that the new Walken slinked off into the night, hunting all over the city for suitable human victims or at least ones he thought would be worthy of joining the Walken army, also converting several women into She-Hessians too. Those who weren't worthy had their blood drained out by him and made into thralls.
As for what happened later, soon the entirety of the city he lived in was infested with Walkens and She-Hessians, all willing to serve their master the real Christopher Walken himself and to help him convert more humans into their kind.
Remember, if it's a full moon - expect a visit from werecreatures or hellhounds but if it's blood red, then a Walken or She-Hessian is what you'll find awaiting you.
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