Modern Day Hessian
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Modern Day Hessian
Up on the table the third box stood there, beckoning for him to open it. He tried to resist opening it, but there was something about it that was drawing it to him and within a matter of seconds he found himself opening it up. Inside it there was what appeared to be a portrait of Academy award winning actor Christopher Walken, the portrait looked like Walken as a hybrid of two of his characters, the first being Max Zorin as indicated by the suit and blonde hair and the second being The Hessian from Sleepy Hollow as indicated by the vampiric complexion, sharpened teeth and hypnotic blue eyes.
He was immediately drawn to the eyes of the portrait, and began to fall into a trance-like state for a few seconds before he snapped out of it. He had always admired Walken though, mainly because Walken was one heck of an actor, able to play both sinister villainous characters and funny characters as well, he could also be fatherly and was a genuinely nice person in real life.
"Yes...that's it, look into my eyes..."
"Is that?"
"Yes... it's me..."
Without warning, he was greeted by the arrival of Walken himself, Walken looked like he too was a hybrid of two of his characters mainly the Hessian and Archangel Gabriel crossed with Vincenzo from True Romance, he hissed slightly as he walked in a graceful manner over to where he was.
"W-W-Walken?"
"The one and only..."
"What are you doing here?"
"That is of no importance..."
"You're not going to drink my blood are you?"
"Of course not...now why would I do that? You're already starting to fall under the spell of that portrait. I bet that you want to be as elegant and powerful as the Walkeny specimen in that portrait..."
"Why...uh..."
"You do...don't you?"
Walken's words along with the eyes of the portrait had a hypnotic effect on him, and he found himself falling into that trance-like state from before as he couldn't help but think that he wanted to be just like how Walken himself looked in the portrait, he wanted to be powerful, bloodthirsty and above all - a truly magnificent specimen. He couldn't help but admire the portrait as he fell deeper and deeper into trance.
"Yes, I do..."
He hissed several times in an instinctively manner as his appetite started shifting to that of a more monstrous type, human food and drink would no longer satisfy it - and he was starting to crave the taste of blood, human blood to be exact. It was a horror hunger of sorts that slowly began to influence him and make him want to embrace his more vampiric urges.
In his mind, the sound of cowbell echoed constantly along with the words "blood" "cowbell" and of course the name "Walken" followed by "Hessian", "bloodlust" and "vampiric", all of which influenced his mindset. More vampiric traits starting to manifest themselves as he became very enamored by the notion of drinking human blood, or possibly turning humans. His aura darkened as a series of supernatural sensations jolted through his body.
His skin slowly lightened as it paled, losing all its imperfections and becoming vampiric in appearance as his arms lengthened to become more lithe, in addition to this his hands shifted to become a bit larger as his knuckles became more pronounced, his clothing slowly morph and reshaping itself into an elegant silver-and-black suit of sorts as two black shoes with a draconic motif materialized on his feet. The next to lengthen were his chest and torso along with his stomach which slimmed down, in addition to this his legs lengthened to give him perfectly long ones.
He slowly elevated in height to 6'ft as his back and shoulders lengthened along with his neckline, now weighing about 169lbs he hissed slightly as his ears developed pointed tips to them, his hair slicking itself back and turning blonde as his brow became more pronounced, his eyebrows thinned but thickened a bit but they weren't entirely invisible - in addition to this his eyes turned from hazel to an aquamarine blue color as his features altered and reshaped themselves.
His eyes widened a little as they became sunken, narrowing a little as his nose shrank a bit and his mouth took on a more crescentian shape with pointed tips, his cheekbones sharpening to an almost villainous level as his chin narrowed. His cheeks sunk in a bit as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, at first becoming akin to vampiric fangs before extending to develop feral points of sorts. His features morphing and reshaping themselves further until he fully resembled Walken himself, the vampire-like traits and instincts continued to influence him along with a new set of memories and thoughts.
These memories were all those of Walken, including the multiple films he had appeared in, the music video appearances and of course as the man in general. At this point he could no longer be considered a 'Nathan', in that he recalled being Christopher Walken, as if he had been born with that name.
He liked the idea of hypnotizing humans and making them his cowbell-crazed thralls, and feasting on their blood, he also loved singing and dancing and just having as much fun as possible. True, he was a bloodthirsty creature of the night but he was fine with that. He hissed as his voice deepened and altered, giving him Walken's signature haunting and alluring voice. Within a few seconds later his transformation was completed, he was half Max Zorin, half Hessian, all Walken.
"Wow...this feels pretty awesome! I mean i'm not only now Christopher Walken but i'm a hybrid of Max Zorin AND The Hessian? Now that's just badass. Then again, the Walken is ALWAYS awesome."
"That I am...and now so are you."
"Naturally..."
"Of course, since you're half Hessian and half Zorin, you're a hybrid of two of the deadliest Walken characters but you're still mostly Walken himself. Might I add that you look especially alluring with those eyes?"
"Ah yes, they're all the better to hypnotize humans with..."
"That voice of yours is also a big part of it. No one can resist your imposing yet alluring voice, it's super effective in enticing them. And you can sink your pointed teeth into their necks, drink their blood and turn them into the same species as you as well."
"You mean?"
"Yes...a whole Walkeny army...and maybe a few lucky She-Hessians as well."
"Mmmm...I like that already."
"I bet you're feeling pretty thirsty..."
"Yes..."
"Like you could use with some blood.."
"Oh yes, lots of human blood.."
"And cowbell? Do you want more cowbell?"
"Yes....I gotta have more cowbell."
"Then you shall have some my Walkeny friend. I have a task for you, I want you to search all around the city for human victims, then I want you to hypnotize them, bite them and drain them of their blood. Then turn them into Walkens and/or She-Hessians, you shall have an army of them."
"I'll get to it right away..."
And so with that, the new Christopher Walken turned into mist and faded away into the night, a couple of hours later he arrived in the city and started searching for human victims to put under his spell. He was the cowbell-crazed prince of darkness and he knew that he'd be sure to find plenty of potential thralls as well, of course the best thing about being the man he was - was in fact he could use his hypnotic eyes and voice to entice his future would-be-victims.
It wouldn't too long until he had a developing Walken army of sorts and a few She-Hessians by his side, he let out a satisfactory growl as he embraced everything there was about being his truly magnificent cowbell-crazed, walkeny, bloodthirsty self. As for what happened a few seconds later, the third box from before stood on the table - sporting a Tim Burtonesque design and appearance - right next to it, the fourth and final box appeared.
The fourth and final box stood there, this time being surrounded by a blinding aura of sorts before awaiting to be opened. What was in it? Well..you'll just have to wait and see my friends, for the surprise wouldn't be a surprise otherwise. It was a mystery box after all. And nobody knows what's inside the.
Modern Day Hessian
Up on the table the third box stood there, beckoning for him to open it. He tried to resist opening it, but there was something about it that was drawing it to him and within a matter of seconds he found himself opening it up. Inside it there was what appeared to be a portrait of Academy award winning actor Christopher Walken, the portrait looked like Walken as a hybrid of two of his characters, the first being Max Zorin as indicated by the suit and blonde hair and the second being The Hessian from Sleepy Hollow as indicated by the vampiric complexion, sharpened teeth and hypnotic blue eyes.
He was immediately drawn to the eyes of the portrait, and began to fall into a trance-like state for a few seconds before he snapped out of it. He had always admired Walken though, mainly because Walken was one heck of an actor, able to play both sinister villainous characters and funny characters as well, he could also be fatherly and was a genuinely nice person in real life.
"Yes...that's it, look into my eyes..."
"Is that?"
"Yes... it's me..."
Without warning, he was greeted by the arrival of Walken himself, Walken looked like he too was a hybrid of two of his characters mainly the Hessian and Archangel Gabriel crossed with Vincenzo from True Romance, he hissed slightly as he walked in a graceful manner over to where he was.
"W-W-Walken?"
"The one and only..."
"What are you doing here?"
"That is of no importance..."
"You're not going to drink my blood are you?"
"Of course not...now why would I do that? You're already starting to fall under the spell of that portrait. I bet that you want to be as elegant and powerful as the Walkeny specimen in that portrait..."
"Why...uh..."
"You do...don't you?"
Walken's words along with the eyes of the portrait had a hypnotic effect on him, and he found himself falling into that trance-like state from before as he couldn't help but think that he wanted to be just like how Walken himself looked in the portrait, he wanted to be powerful, bloodthirsty and above all - a truly magnificent specimen. He couldn't help but admire the portrait as he fell deeper and deeper into trance.
"Yes, I do..."
He hissed several times in an instinctively manner as his appetite started shifting to that of a more monstrous type, human food and drink would no longer satisfy it - and he was starting to crave the taste of blood, human blood to be exact. It was a horror hunger of sorts that slowly began to influence him and make him want to embrace his more vampiric urges.
In his mind, the sound of cowbell echoed constantly along with the words "blood" "cowbell" and of course the name "Walken" followed by "Hessian", "bloodlust" and "vampiric", all of which influenced his mindset. More vampiric traits starting to manifest themselves as he became very enamored by the notion of drinking human blood, or possibly turning humans. His aura darkened as a series of supernatural sensations jolted through his body.
His skin slowly lightened as it paled, losing all its imperfections and becoming vampiric in appearance as his arms lengthened to become more lithe, in addition to this his hands shifted to become a bit larger as his knuckles became more pronounced, his clothing slowly morph and reshaping itself into an elegant silver-and-black suit of sorts as two black shoes with a draconic motif materialized on his feet. The next to lengthen were his chest and torso along with his stomach which slimmed down, in addition to this his legs lengthened to give him perfectly long ones.
He slowly elevated in height to 6'ft as his back and shoulders lengthened along with his neckline, now weighing about 169lbs he hissed slightly as his ears developed pointed tips to them, his hair slicking itself back and turning blonde as his brow became more pronounced, his eyebrows thinned but thickened a bit but they weren't entirely invisible - in addition to this his eyes turned from hazel to an aquamarine blue color as his features altered and reshaped themselves.
His eyes widened a little as they became sunken, narrowing a little as his nose shrank a bit and his mouth took on a more crescentian shape with pointed tips, his cheekbones sharpening to an almost villainous level as his chin narrowed. His cheeks sunk in a bit as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, at first becoming akin to vampiric fangs before extending to develop feral points of sorts. His features morphing and reshaping themselves further until he fully resembled Walken himself, the vampire-like traits and instincts continued to influence him along with a new set of memories and thoughts.
These memories were all those of Walken, including the multiple films he had appeared in, the music video appearances and of course as the man in general. At this point he could no longer be considered a 'Nathan', in that he recalled being Christopher Walken, as if he had been born with that name.
He liked the idea of hypnotizing humans and making them his cowbell-crazed thralls, and feasting on their blood, he also loved singing and dancing and just having as much fun as possible. True, he was a bloodthirsty creature of the night but he was fine with that. He hissed as his voice deepened and altered, giving him Walken's signature haunting and alluring voice. Within a few seconds later his transformation was completed, he was half Max Zorin, half Hessian, all Walken.
"Wow...this feels pretty awesome! I mean i'm not only now Christopher Walken but i'm a hybrid of Max Zorin AND The Hessian? Now that's just badass. Then again, the Walken is ALWAYS awesome."
"That I am...and now so are you."
"Naturally..."
"Of course, since you're half Hessian and half Zorin, you're a hybrid of two of the deadliest Walken characters but you're still mostly Walken himself. Might I add that you look especially alluring with those eyes?"
"Ah yes, they're all the better to hypnotize humans with..."
"That voice of yours is also a big part of it. No one can resist your imposing yet alluring voice, it's super effective in enticing them. And you can sink your pointed teeth into their necks, drink their blood and turn them into the same species as you as well."
"You mean?"
"Yes...a whole Walkeny army...and maybe a few lucky She-Hessians as well."
"Mmmm...I like that already."
"I bet you're feeling pretty thirsty..."
"Yes..."
"Like you could use with some blood.."
"Oh yes, lots of human blood.."
"And cowbell? Do you want more cowbell?"
"Yes....I gotta have more cowbell."
"Then you shall have some my Walkeny friend. I have a task for you, I want you to search all around the city for human victims, then I want you to hypnotize them, bite them and drain them of their blood. Then turn them into Walkens and/or She-Hessians, you shall have an army of them."
"I'll get to it right away..."
And so with that, the new Christopher Walken turned into mist and faded away into the night, a couple of hours later he arrived in the city and started searching for human victims to put under his spell. He was the cowbell-crazed prince of darkness and he knew that he'd be sure to find plenty of potential thralls as well, of course the best thing about being the man he was - was in fact he could use his hypnotic eyes and voice to entice his future would-be-victims.
It wouldn't too long until he had a developing Walken army of sorts and a few She-Hessians by his side, he let out a satisfactory growl as he embraced everything there was about being his truly magnificent cowbell-crazed, walkeny, bloodthirsty self. As for what happened a few seconds later, the third box from before stood on the table - sporting a Tim Burtonesque design and appearance - right next to it, the fourth and final box appeared.
The fourth and final box stood there, this time being surrounded by a blinding aura of sorts before awaiting to be opened. What was in it? Well..you'll just have to wait and see my friends, for the surprise wouldn't be a surprise otherwise. It was a mystery box after all. And nobody knows what's inside the.
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