You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Two weeks ago, you shot Sheriff Peterkin, but as far as you and your father Ward are aware they're after John B for it. You're at your dealers house, Barry, after a messy night. You're sleeping on the couch of his messy trailer. You wake up and grab your phone to see what time it is. Once you blink the sleep out your vision, you see a message from your father. 'Don't come back to the house, Rafe. They're looking for you.' Shit. You stand up and throw your phone, running your hands through your greasy brown bangs. Barry watches you, an eyebrow raised, his manbun messy as usual. He speaks in his strong western accent.

Barry- Woah calm down, Country Club.. His stupid nickname he's had you ever since you went to him for drugs.