BIRTH NAME : Rahmi Alex Pamuk AGE : 36 DATE Â OF Â BIRTH : May 9th, 1989 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single HOMETOWN : Kismet Harbor, Oregon TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : Returned january 2026 RESIDENCE : Emerald Mist FACECLAIM : Berk Cankat
trigger warning: death, drowning
EDUCATION : Political Science and Global Affairs at Portland University. OCCUPATION :Â Co-owner of Cunnamore Vineyard GENDER : Cis-Male PRONOUNS : He/Him SEXUALITY : Straight
HAIR COLOR : Brown. EYE Â COLOR : Brown. HEIGHT : 6'1'' / 185cm BUILD : Fit ACCENT : American LANGUAGES : English TATTOOS : 'Daisy' on his pelvic bone. 'Kristen' on his left forearm with a butterfly at the end.
ZODIAC : Taurus LOVE LANGUAGE : quality time CLOTHING : Feels most comfortable in jeans, sneakers and a shirt/sweater, his favourite jacket is a worn brown leather jacket that adds to its character. CURRENT HAIR STYLE: ( x ) CONDITIONS : Myopia (wears contacts during the day, glasses at home in the night or during days he doesn't work ALLERGIES : Most pets with fur. EATING HABITS : Protein shake/pudding in the morning to keep him full for the start of the day. Always eats two kinds of fruit next to his lunch, which is usually a BLT. Usually eats late or eats leftovers, or if he's working he'll eat small bite sized foods. Loves to eat fish. EXERCISE HABITS : Bootcamp, running, surfing SLEEPING HABITS : Has to sleep in complete darkness. Often has to resort to sleeping masks. Cold sleeper, tends to throw his sheets off in the middle of the night.
ADDICTIONS : None. DRUG Â USE : Used to smoke weed. ALCOHOL USE : Socially.
POSITIVE Â TRAITS : resilient, calm, devoted, disciplined, empathic NEGATIVE TRAITS: emotionally reserved, workaholic, self-critical, avoidant of conflict PHOBIAS : None FEARS : Feeling stuck in life, any harm falling to his daughter. HOBBIES : Surfing, bowling, home DIY HABITS : tbd USUAL TEMPERAMENT : Confident
FATHER : Sinan Pamuk MOTHER : Defne Alpman SIBLINGS : Yaman Pamuk. PARTNER: Jolie Keyes (2009-2010) Daisy Miller (2012-2014) CHILDREN : Daphne Pamuk (2010) PETS : None due to allergies.
BIOGRAPHY
Born on May 9, 1986, in Kismet Harbor, Oregon, Rahmi Pamuk grew up as the youngest and wildest of two boys. His mother, Defne, raised her two sons best she could while her husband tended the vineyard their grandparents had bought. A firm, compassionate woman with a sharp wit and steady hands, Defne was the backbone of Rahmi's moral compass. He was a shy, observant kid. Bullied for his quiet nature and geekish interests, he often kept to himself. It was his mother who taught him the art of listening, the power in silence. Still, he struggled. His only real joy came from TV — not the shows, but the news segments. The anchormen, their controlled voices and sharp delivery, felt like order in the chaos. He mimicked them in front of the mirror. Defne had passed when Rahmi was the mere age of ten, causing an abrupt change in his behaviour. He lashed out, fought back against bullies and turned their weapons against them.
By high school, Rahmi had grown into his frame. Kickboxing gave him a quiet confidence, and the TV club gave him purpose. He hosted school announcements with a dry charm that surprised even his teachers. No longer the boy that he was when he was little, he had grown popular in a rapid pace. In hindsight, it had made him turn meaner, though Rahmi bullied only to protect himself, not out of malice. So he would bully the bullies, or even the girls he found himself feeling butterflies for, but was too scared for showing his feelings for. He abided his time, yearning for the college that his mother had once gone to herself and make her proud. He wanted nothing to do with the family business and he was glad that his older brother was all in on one day becoming the owner, taking away his father's attention from himself.
College at Portland University was supposed to be his great escape — and it was, but not in the way he expected. He worked constantly, sometimes taking on janitorial shifts at night and tutoring underclassmen in the day. He didn't want to be financially dependent on his father so he made his own livings. He never partied. He didn’t date seriously. His escape was education — his chosen major, Political Science and Global Affairs, was his lifeline to a world bigger than the noise he grew up in.
He stayed mostly out of the social scene until a fated encounter with Jolie Keyes, an art student whose carefree energy was the opposite of Rahmi's quiet focus.
When Jolie became pregnant in 2009, Rahmi promised to support her, despite the two not having anything romantic going on. But during labor, Jolie announced she had changed her mind — she didn’t want to be a mother. She left for Los Angeles shortly after Daphne was born, never looking back. With Jolie gone, he lived in a one-bedroom apartment near campus with Daphne's bassinet next to the sofa. He studied at night while rocking her with one foot, warming bottles between class breaks. There were breakdowns. There were nights he nearly dropped out. But there were also moments — Daphne's first laugh, her hand in his — that anchored him in ways nothing else ever had.
A beloved professor helped him land a teaching assistant position post-graduation, giving him stability in Daphne's early years and an early entry into his field of choice. His time as a teaching assistant helped him regroup, but family remained complicated. His father kept urging him to come back home, wanting to see his granddaughter, trying to get his son to join the family business; for how great would it be for the public to see a father and his two sons united behind the same front? He refused. He had his life in Portland, and he enjoyed every moment of it, even with the struggles.
In 2011, Rahmi met Daisy Miller, a bright, curious soul from another part of the university. Their relationship was the first time Rhett imagined a true partner — someone to build with, someone who embraced his daughter as her own, to feel those flutters in his stomach without the need to sabotage it. Their breakup in 2014, triggered by Rahmi's job offer in Washington DC and Daisy’s refusal to follow, left a scar. She accused him of always chasing “something more”; he accused her of fearing change. Their final conversation ended with anger and heartbreak — and a tattoo of her name left permanently on his skin.
Washington D.C. was a test — of endurance, integrity, and ego. Rahmi's rise in political journalism was hard-won. He started as a correspondent on small segments, working ridiculous hours, sometimes missing birthdays and holidays with Daphne. But he earned a reputation for being fair, prepared, and, most importantly, calm under pressure, until life forced him to a complete standstill. The news of his brother's passing had hit him like a freight train. It had been an accident, a drunken decision to swim in the cold winter ocean on a dare and never making it back to shore.
Rahmi's move to Emerald Mist was supposed to be a quiet one. But small towns have long memories — and strange ways of pulling old threads. One of the first familiar faces he glimpsed at the town market was his cousin, Hazal— older now, but unmistakable. Little did he know she wouldn't be the only face from the past he'd see. He agreed to take over his brother's position at the vineyard, leaving his old job behind him. He knew the importance of the family business to his father and he wanted his daughter to be able to celebrate all life's celebrations at the vineyard. It was a sacrifice worth making.
He’s found the surf here peaceful. He runs every morning. He bowls once a week with the vineyard crew — who joke about his uncanny ability to stay calm even when he’s losing. Thursdays are exclusively reserved for father daughter nights, they eat fish tacos and argue over documentaries. He sees his father multiple times a week, mostly to discuss business and to teach his son how to navigate the business, but their shared company is also a way for them to heal, to grieve Defne and Yaman.
Rahmi is still building. Still figuring it out. But he’s no longer running — not from ambition, not from pain, not from love. Kismet Harbor may be a quiet town, but for the first time in a long time, he’s finally learning to hear himself again.
