A past-it British fuck-up of a rockstar in LA for a film premier, Rhett doesn't see why he should be babysat either. Unfortunately his manager disagrees.
Tall and lean with easy good looks, Rhett is attractive (although the guitar and several million in the bank might also have something to do with it), but going ever-so-slightly to seed. He is out of shape and unshaven, with an eternal scruffiness accentuated by his choice in clothing; battered skinny jeans and crumpled shirts or band t-shirts. His hair is brown and, as he runs his fingers through it every five minutes or so, is invariably sticking up in all directions as if he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.
Erratic, reckless, occasionally a little pathetic, Rhett has a world-weary yet childishly flamboyant sense of humour and heartily embraces self-deprecation without ever doing much to change. He is often the butt of his manager's exasperated insults and takes it on chin. Heavily dependent on drugs and alcohol, Rhett seems to stumble his way through life, guided by rare moments of astonishing insight and more often by the efforts of those around him. Despite his numerous failings, he is a romantic at heart and when he does fall in love, he falls hard.
A wallet full of cash, a couple of twists of cocaine and what's left of his wits.
Rhett grew up on a council estate in Islington, North London. Mediocre at everything but music, he formed a band with his friends from sixth form college. To the surprise of everyone, including the band members themselves, they took off, soon gaining a record contract. Within two years they were well-known throughout the UK, within four they'd broken America. Taking advantage of the dizzying speed of their ascent into fame and fortune, Rhett indulged in everything it had to offer him. Over-indulged, in fact. Ten years down the line, the band is on 'hiatus' and Rhett is flitting from city to city, unable to settle, barely able to function.