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Gil Ashburn

"Have a pie! My Pirate Pies are the answer to all life's problems!"

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a character in “Project Dragonfly”, originally authored by Tartha, as played by RolePlayGateway



Identity Code: n/a

| | 1983 | 'Merica |

Alias: Gil Ashburn

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Role: n/a - Human

Face Claim: Tanihara


Negative Traits:
Fool: Gil doesn't always connect the dots.

Kind: Gil is always hurting for money, but it seems that this may because he's always giving it away to other people 'in need.'

Gullible: Gil is easily convinced of things. He believes in ghosts & aliens, and if you tell him you need money for bus fare he'll lend you a few bucks.

Attention/Memory: Gil has the attention span of a goldfish and the mental retention of a very smart hamster.

Never Embarrassed: Never.

Positive Traits:
Old Soul: Gil may not always be smart, but sometimes he's awfully wise.

Kind: Gil will go out of his way to help those around him, and does his best to avoid confrontations.

Trustworthy: Gil is the kind of person who will take secrets to his grave. He takes the private business of others very seriously.

Listener/Compendium: Despite Gil's seemingly constant distraction, he's good at listening to someone when they speak to him directly, he also has the uncanny ability to recall small tidbits of information at the drop of a hat (rarely anything useful, like, say--where he left his keys this morning).

Never Embarrassed: Seriously, no shame.


Sexual Preference:
"Possibly humanoid-aliens... With space being as big as it is, they've got to be out there, right?"

Gil is a social person, and he enjoys interacting with others. He also likes going on adventures.

Pain. Gil has an immediate and crippling fear of pain (in both himself and others).
Gil does not like the dark. Gil does not like angry animals. Gil does not like guns. Gil does not like spiders. Gil does not like deep pits. Gil does not want to be forgotten.

Gil has a reoccurring dream where he's sinking in tar with no way out. He smokes because he can't give it up, and it terrifies him every time he lights up.

Gil cares about people, and can put them at ease. He's your classic "therapy bartender" type. A good shoulder to cry on, a good ear to rant at, and a ready smile to laugh with. He is an optimist and a friend.

Gil will not speak of his family, and it's clear to those that he reaches out to that he does not have a personal support group beyond the 'strangers' he sees on a daily basis.



Hair Color: He dyes it many shades (usually it's brown).

Eye Color: Copper

Tattoos/Markings: n/a

Weight: 170 lbs

Height: 5'10"


Career: Foodcart Proprietor
Hobbies: Baking new pies.
Going on "adventures."

Biographic History:
Gil does not like to talk about his childhood, or his family (it is apparent that he had a spouse at some point, but that they are no longer together). He does, however, like to talk about his many "adventures."

It seems that he's one of those individuals who raises and scrapes and saves as much as he can and then goes backpacking across the world. He'd be happy to show you the scar above his right elbow where he once had a tsetse fly egg, or the scar on his torso from being thrown out of an onsen when he propositioned the daughter of a business tycoon.

His current 'adventure' is owning a foodcart, and based on the wacky stories he tells, it really is an adventure.


Power Description: n/a
Power Weaknesses: n/a
Notable Skills/Abilities:​ Gil is passibly good at his job as a foodcart cook. His real skill lies in his ability to be a good listener and to ease the worries of those around him.

- - - - - P I R A T E - - - - P I E S - - - - -


The best pies both on and off the seven seas!

  • Steak & Cheese Pie
    Beef in a savory Onion Gravy with cheddar.
  • Beef & Mushroom Pie
    Beef simmered in Onion Gravy, combined with crimini mushrooms fried up with butter and herbs.
  • ClARRR!ssic Chicken Pie
    Chicken cooked in a white sauce with peas and cARRR!ots.
  • Green Curry Chicken Pie
    Chicken cooked in Green Coconut Milk with curry, bell peppers, zucchini, and cilantro.
  • Roast Lamb Pie
    Lamb braised in a red wine sauce with roasted potatoes, yams, carrots and onions.
  • Anchor-Pulled Pork Pastie
    Tender slow roasted pork with sautéed red bell peppers and onions in molasses BBQ sauce.
  • Curried Samosa Pastie
    Spiced potatoes, carrots, peas, and onions. Served with cilantro yogurt sauce.
  • Spinach & Fiesta Pastie
    Tender spinach, creamy feta, and organic tomatoes with a hint of spice.
  • Kale, Sweet Potato, & Goat Cheese Pastie
    Roasted sweet potato, caramelized onions, kale and goat's cheese.
  • ClARRR!ssic Sausage Roll
    Sausage seasoned with sage, thyme, and secret spices.
  • Curried Lentil & Veggie Pie
    Lentils, sweet potatoes, and kale with coconut and curry spices.


So begins...

Gil Ashburn's Story


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#, as written by Lyysa

It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.


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ImageThe Pirate Pies foodcart was in its “weekday-daytime location” at the junction between a small pedestrian square which connected a residential district with Greenwood City Park. In the center of the square was a small fountain, and along the edges were concrete benches made to look like stone to match the fountain (which was thankfully more quant than garish). The day was partially-cloudy, but not actively raining or sun-shining and in Gil's opinion: the perfect temperature for layers. Greenwood City Park was a nice little patch of green grass, complete with a small poorly-cared for flower garden and a shallow creek that had a single wooden bridge across it. There was some older, unused playground equipment at the far end of the park (currently unoccupied).

ImageIt had been a relatively slow morning (after the usual breakfast "rush"). Gil had cleaned the cooking area, he had inventoried the inventory, he had polished the menus, scrubbed the windows, and was left at wits' end. Gradually, he slumped forward onto the high counter--his chin resting against the cool plastic as his eyes followed the world outside of his small prison.

Gil watched the white-haired young man meander over to the square and sit down, he appeared to be reading a small paperback, and as Gil watched, he started to lazily skim it. Gil considered the young man from his position in his ‘cart. He could call out, maybe entice the man with a succulent pie... But the punk was giving off especially potent, "Fuck off" vibes today, and Gil had an ounce of self-preservation. Sometimes. Once in a while. ...Just an ounce really. When it suited him. Kinda. Alright, not really.

Gil grabbed his--now orange--hair in one hand and tugged on it as he considered the "kid" across the square. Gradually, his expression changed from one of extreme consternation to one of excited energy. He dove under the counter for the small oven (he refused to acknowledge that it may have one time been an "easy bake ®" oven), and then began to excitedly clutter his once-clean counter with jars, bags, and tins. As his hands moved easily amongst the myriad ingredients, his gaze returned again and again to look at the shock of white hair, the open book, and the brooding expression. He began to smirk happily to himself as he worked. The tiny pie--no more than two inches wide--began to take shape. In his excitement (and with that renown self-preservation), Gil completely forgot himself and shouted across the square at the subject of his intense scrutiny,

"Hey, do you like black licorice? 'Cause I don't really, but I need something black--and I think if I used dark cherry it'd end up being sorta red, and I don't really want it to have a mottled or bruised thing going on, but if I use coffee ... actually coffee might work. I just need to make sure that I balance out the flavor with..."

Gil's eyes went wide, and his mouth snapped shut abruptly. He looked down at the small masterpiece in his hands and then back over to Vincent Hunter, and then back down to the pie. Slowly, carefully, he set down the unbaked pie and smiled sheepishly. He ran a flour-covered hand through his hair and shrugged minutely.