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Ask Me! Scotty the Gentle-Fox! by VintageInkling Ask Me! Scotty the Gentle-Fox! by VintageInkling
This little fellow over here is a revamp of:



He was a cool character idea but I really wanted to remake him. And personally I love the outcome. He really does look adventure timey~ ))


Name: Scotty McLee
Nickname: Scott, Mr.McLee, Scotchly GentleFox, Mr. Fox
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual * Leans towards women *
Status: Single and ready to mingle~
Height: 5'10
Weight: 160 lbs.
Build: Lean, Athletic, Average
Species: Fox
Origin: Vintage City
Nationality: Irish
Occupation: 'Detective"
Powers/Weapons: Sharp Teeth, Agility, Flexible, Hyper Sensory, Pistol, Switch Blade, Pretty decent hand to hand combat skills, Can transform into a Fox
Likes: Dancing, Drinking, Smoking Cigars, Flirting, Helping people, Wearing Suits, Going to speakeasies, Crowds, Attention
Dislikes: Mobsters, Doing paperwork, Making women cry, Running out of Cigars, Being in cramped places
Personality: Flirty, Sly, Clever, Intelligent, Aware, Friendly, Charming, Charismatic
Voice: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrkeWs… Brandon Flowers from The Killers

* Has a close connection and dated The Vintage Princess. They're still friends but not romantically involved anymore.

* A better dancer then the Princess herself, Literally is one of the best people who can do the Foxtrot.

* He despises the colour Yellow

* Has a tough relationship with Big Papa, but they respect each other

* Does a crap ton of illegal things even though he's a detective.

* Will do his best to avoid a fight

He is Open for Rp (of all kind) and Questions

Art Me
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:iconask-thethylacine:
I remember this is the guy I saw that made me start creepin on yah. Why haven't I asked/started an rp with this lovely fox xD ))
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:iconcoh-kun:
First of November. The weather was chilly, and the sky was dark and clouded. A very thin layer of snow covered nature, making the trees sparkle and the grass frosted. It was lovely, and if you payed closer attention, you could even smell the scent of fresh bread baking somewhere in the distance. Children laughing somewhere down into the park, and bikes wheeling down the snow-muffled cobbles. 

  A beautiful November afternoon. 

 That is, to anyone that isn't a certain angry cursed scarecrow. 

  Trudging grudgingly down the snow covered side-walk of town square, he was grumbling a string of angry words talking about how itchy he was feeling and how he was suppose to take a shower but can't find a possible way to do that without making his straws soaked. Obviously, he was having a rough day. Or so anyone would think upon first seeing him, but no. He was like this everyday. Angry, bitter, grumpy, and just plain sad. Not that he could help it. It was rough being cursed by a wizard to spend the rest of your days as a lame scare-crow. And by lame, he doesn't even just mean 'uncool', he literally is lame, walking with a limp because the damn wizard had accidentally caught him when he only had one boot on, and by the time he was transformed, the other boot couldn't fit on his foot anymore because, well, hell if he knew the reason, life just works that way, I guess.

  Anyway, he had a reason to be on the streets. He was looking for someone. A certain detective he's heard about from a few other people. Word got around that he does a pretty fair job at what he does, and seeing as how he's the only detective he knew, might as well go for him, right? Now. Maybe you're wondering just what exactly he needed a detective for. And why he'd go to a detective at all instead of the police, but he had his reasons. Reasons you'd probably figure out later on. Reasons that- Sort of had the police out of the question. Are they illegal reasons? Yeah, yeah, you could probably say that. Evil reasons? Oooh, the scarecrow wouldn't go so far as to call them 'evil' really. Just a sort of fair revenge is all. 

 Anyway. This is the place where he'd find this 'Scotty McLee', right? Shouldn't it? Or did he get the place wrong aga- Whoops, stepped on a foot. 

 "Oh, shit, bro, sorry. You alright? Kind of stepped on your foo- Oh hey, hey- wait a minute, are you Scotty?" 
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:iconvintageinkling:
The cool autumn breeze swayed as the fox man made his way through the calm park, the children laughing and enjoying themselves, music from guitarists practicing under the tress with their loved ones singing a tune with them. It was perfect and gorgeous, his smile wide as he enjoyed his favorite season of the year. Ears twitching underneath his fedora, the teal colour of it contrasting against his ginger coloured fur and hair. Scotty was about to sigh until it was stopped short, turning into a small gasp as he had felt someone’s foot press to his.

Green eyes blinking, he stared at the person, not acknowledging his question until he finally caught up with his composure, laughing a little sheepishly before finally answering him. “Ah..Ye’ Ah’m Scotteh McLee…Why ya’ askin’?”
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:iconcoh-kun:
The crow scarer couldn't help but scoff upon hearing the other's accent. Not really the accent itself, but how cliche all of this seems. As if this was walking straight out of a parody of a noir, if only things were black and white.
  Shaking away the thought though, he tried to stay straight on the point. He didn't have a lot of time to waste, no, really, he had none. So quickly, he gave a good look up and down of the rather unruly looking gent and tried not to click his tongue. Disdain. The rumors had told him he was going to be charming and handsome, but the scarecrow saw no hint of that. Or maybe that was because he put his expectations too high. Not that it really mattered what the detective looked like, just as long as he did his job right, right?

  "You're a detective, right? Don't mislead me, are you really? If you aren't, just say it, cus I ain't here to play around. If you ARE a detective.. I wanna hire you. You cool with that? I have cash...gold..silver....anything, I just really really need your help." He hated how desperate he sounded right now, but he wanted to emphasize just how bad his situation was. This was practically a matter of life and death. His entire life was on the line here. Sort of. No, he was only exaggerating about the whole life and death thing, but his situation still sucked.

"You can help me, can't you?"
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:iconvintageinkling:
He blinked against, standing up straight again, posture perfect and cigar hanging from his lips, a grin creeping up on his pale freckled face as he nodded quickly. “Ya right wif me bein’ a detective. What do ya need meh fo’? He shrugged his shoulders, trying to adjust his bright coloured coat to set properly along his lanky figure.  “A’ll take any payment, I ain’t pricey..how about we discuss this in private hmm?”

He rose up his brows, his grin rather impish, eyes half lidded as he gazed over to the man.
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:iconcoh-kun:
SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING I J U
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CAN'T GET OVER HOW HOT THIS MAN I S L
 L IKE
HE' SJ SUT SO

BOW CHICKA WOW WOW UGHGHGHGHG
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:iconvintageinkling:
YES YES YOU WANT TO GET IN HIS TEAL AS FUCK PANTALONES
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:iconcoh-kun:
YESSS I D
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DODODDODOOOO

-PANT PANT PANT--

DELICIOUS FOX MAN 
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