Alistair Foxx

**Alistair Foxx** is a side character that is only referenced throughout both Season 1 and Season 2. He is the father of both Natalia Foxx and Cameron Foxx.

## Biographical Information

### Alias(es)

* Ali
* A Star (by Mark)

## Relationships

### Familial

* Fredrick Foxx † (ancestor)
* Minda Foxx † (ancestor)
* Jacob Foxx (uncle)
* Theo Foxx (father)
	+ Manuel Velázquez (half-brother)
* Kara Foxx † (mother)
* Natalia Foxx (daughter)
* Cameron Foxx (son)

## Biography

### Early life

Alistair was born to two mostly loving parents; mostly because his father struggled to show love towards him but did his best. Alistair was a mama's boy from the time he was a small child. When he was younger, he would often sit with his mother as she made dinner or follow her around when she was out gardening. Living a wealthy life since he was born, his family could afford a chief but his mother preferred doing the cooking. Kara Foxx would often sneak her son snacks or take him on day trips when she felt he deserved it which had always agitated his father.

This continued to be his life and when his mother got sick while he was ten years old, it was something that he took extremely hard. Alistair's mother was diagnosed with cancer that was relatively aggressive, it killed his motivation to go to school. The only way to compromise was to switch to homeschooling in which his father would hire a tutor for it so that Alistair could stay with his mother from hospital to home. The road to defeating cancer was a long, tiring, scary road in which the family embarked on. It was mostly Alistair and his mother embarking on it as his father spent a lot of time at work. Originally, this never bothered Alistair too much even as his father hired a maid to do the cooking and cleaning at the house. It upset his mother a bit but he understood the reasoning behind it and secretly so did his mother.

Two years into the battle though, there was something odd that Alistair had noticed. The boy was only twelve years old and had made a deal with his father that when High School came, he would switch to schooling again. That gave him about another two years to stay at the home schooling routine but that wasn't weird. What was weird was that the maid his father had hired who worked over time most nights was suddenly pregnant. This young boy knew that the maid rarely went anywhere from home to here because he had told her as well as heard phone calls with who he assumed was her mom. Those phone calls had often been an argument where Lucia had claimed that she knew she was working too much but the family was worth it. It was something that she had felt she could progress in which made no sense to the boy.

A few months after Lucia had been showing, Alistair was sat down by his father to explain that he would have a brother soon. The pieces were easy to become with in which he grew angry with both his father and his maid. Storming off to his parents bedroom where his mother rested as he sat by her side with his head down. Thoughts raced through his head on if that meant his father was giving up on his mother or would be leaving her. It made him wonder if his father would try to take him as well which made him even more angry. Later that night during dinner with just Alistair and his father, he informed him that he wasn't leaving. It was then that his father clarified that he wasn't leaving his mother but simply his brother would be under his care. Explained that it was too much for him to understand at that age in which they'd talk about it later.

Once the baby was born was when Lucia had moved into a guest room and her son had become Manuel Foxx. Alistair had no intention or want to get to know Manny better as it wasn't something he was interested in. The baby was twelve years younger than him so there was no way they would share any interests and he refused to help Lucia with him at all. Once again after two years had passed, school was around the corner with a nervous tick to him. It had been years since the boy had been in a public school which threw him off but he was partially grateful because it got him away from his father who he had grown to hate. It helped that his mother was doing particularly well as her health was on the up rise. Treatments seemed to be working as her cancer was regressing back into nothing.

During his freshman year of high school, he joined the baseball team as an attempt of something new. He hadn't been the best on the team but it was something he enjoyed. A boy who was far too focused on work for anyone's good but he met someone that he probably wouldn't have otherwise. It was a boy who was named Mark Blackmore who spent way too much time in the books. They had become, in Alistair's opinion, the unlikely pair of best friends even if the only time he got to hang out with Mark was at the library or during practice or at one of their houses while Mark studied. There were little moments where Alistair's friendship was shown to be true like when Mark dubbed him A Star as a nickname. It had made his mother happy to know that he had a friend who he valued so much.

His mother was starting to get better and more solid in the picture which upset Lucia. It had been under her assumption that his mother would pass and she would become his wife. That hadn't been the case so Lucia took Manuel and left in the might. This caused Alistair's half brother to lose the Foxx name and an uproar of arguments between his parents. She was clearly upset about it in which he had insisted it was an argument. Alistair found himself leaving the house more because it hurt to see his mother so upset with his parents arguing. After some time though, his mother seemed to forgive his father to which they began mending the relationship including going to couples therapy. Slowly Alistair's home life was returning to normal as Lucia slipped from his memories and it all felt like some bad dream. Once he graduated High School, he immediately knew what he wanted to do which was be a therapist.

Leaving behind his parents house had been refreshing with his mother in a good state and their relationship repaired. It meant that he could have a little bit more freedom without the worry of rushing back home. School would be a long thirteen year journey for him to get the schooling done for him to get his dream job which he began with confidence. During summers, he took the time to explore the world where he went to different places. Those places included Rome, Italy, Puerto Rico, Canada, the United Kingdom, China, and so forth. Backpacking across Europe had been one of his favorite memories. The time had came where he had graduated to which he was so proud of himself with his father and mother reflecting that same pride. It didn't take long for him to find a job in his field and after almost two years of working this job, he felt good at it. He felt confident in his place until his fancy new flip phone rang. On the other end was his father informing him that his mother's cancer had returned.

Returning home was a difficult thing for him to undergo because it meant watching this disease eat his mother alive. Times where she tried to cut off parts of her that weren't working right, when she was bound to a wheel chair, losing her ability to use her limbs as each turn seemed to be worse. Often he was the one to help her sort the pills and medication that she took. Playing the role of nurse for his mother as he did his best to hold it together including taking her to chemo which would result in her writhing on the floor. It was only a few months before his birthday before the cancer finally claimed her life. This loss had left him a bit more hollow then he would like to admit. The funeral processions happened in a blur and suddenly he was required to return to his normal life like nothing had happened. Returning meant takin up his old patients again to which he did but also a new patient.

A young girl by the name of Jessica Amsden who was only seventeen years old and had just turned it not too long ago. During the therapy session that had been required by her parents, he hadn't been at his fullness. Finding himself struggle to focus as it wandered to his mother with this girl who was way too rebellious. Issues with her being to promiscuous felt silly as he had dealt with his own trauma and a patient who had woken up to a dead baby. This teenager with these known issues had suddenly began portraying them towards him and he knew he should stop it. She was fifteen years younger then him and he was the adult but something in him didn't stop it. Giving into her as he slept with not only one of his patients but someone he knew he shouldn't have. After that, he suggested that he didn't see her again for the better of it to which he didn't. A few months later was when she showed up at his office having had driven herself there. Immediately he had gone to remind her that he was no longer her therapist and that she shouldn't be here but she blurted out that she was pregnant and that it was his.

This sent him reeling as he started planning what to do next. This could ruin his career and even worse, ruin her life. Sitting down heavy as he covered his face to consider it. Dropping his hands was when he announced that they would get married. He would go talk to her parents so that he could smooth it over and then they would get married. When he went to confront her parents, it did take some smoothing over as well as assuring that he would take care of her. With some money it eve proved some wiggle room where they gave in and agreed not to ruin his career. They got married and she gave birth to their daughter who they named Natalia Foxx. Leaving her with her parents, he took Jessica on honeymoon to Antiqua and Barbuda. When they returned, they began their life together as husband and wife. Jessica moved into his large home with him that he had been given by his father. Living in the home that his mother had died had been hard for him but he wouldn't admit that.

His father had moved down to Florida so that left him in Red Lieu as one of the two living members of the Foxx Family. The other had been his Uncle Jacob who had his own smaller home near where the farms were. A year after his daughter had born was when Jessica had gotten pregnant again. This time, it was with a son which had made his family feel complete. One child of each who were both bright and beautiful like their mother. Raising kids had been something that he found himself enjoying and where some parents struggled to balance being a parent as well as work, he seemed to make it look easy. Part of that might have had to do with the fact that he was a therapist so he made up his own schedule with the people he saw. Life flew by as he was watching his two kids growing up and things had their steady pace.

There was one problem with his kids and that was Cameron. Despite as much that he loved his son, he couldn't deny that he was a trouble maker. While he was in middle school was when he would often get sent home or detention. Sometimes cops would scoop him up for shop lifting to drop him off back at home due to who Alistair Foxx was. Favors were running thinner though the more he got in trouble and keeping Cameron out of jail was getting harder. Keeping him in school was taking a lot of work as well because of all the fights he got in and even the pranks that came along with it. The hardest part of this would be confronting his wife on these facts with the idea he had to help solve their problems. There was a behavioral correctional facility in which they could send their son to in which they could get him righted. It was true that Jessica proved to be a difficult person to get on his side for this in which he worked on over the course of a few arguments.

Finally they had gotten on the same page and Cameron was sent off to the facility. Adjusting to this had been difficult because he had gotten used to the door knocking with a cop holding Cameron by the back of the neck. More then that, his son had managed to make everyone in the family laugh and have a good time when he wasn't letting his temper get the best of him. Things adjusted though to the new norm including his wife often writing to their youngest child that was away. The most difficult part was seeing the change it left on his daughter and his wife in the most subtle of ways. Something that he could tell thanks to his keen eye and his career profession but there was little he could do. Both of them hated when he went therapist on them so he tried to avoid doing it. All he could do was offer himself there if they needed anything. Things aren't perfect though to which it wasn't long that he got word of Cameron having gone missing. Originally he was going to try to look for this discreetly but his wife had called demanding for knowledge of where her son had gone. This had been difficult for her to handle to which she had found out about their son missing. Alistair played diligent father where he insisted his wife let him take care of it to which he tried for a while before the police decided it was a case in which was taking up too much of their time. This angered Jessica but Alistair had no more strings to pull.

It wasn't until a few years later when the worse had happened in which Alistair had never expected. It was late one night to which Jessica had been out of town on a adult girls trip which would last two weeks. There were no men and no daughters despite how upset his wife had been because Natalia would've been perfect for the trip. That left the home to just Alistair and his oldest child, Natalia. They fell into an easy routine the first day where they would have a quick breakfast together before [splitting ways or driving her to work]. From there, she'd be at school and then eventually go out with her boyfriend Paul or her friends. Meanwhile, he would be seeing patient after patient in the city until decently late. The first person to get home would have the chef start dinner to which they would sit down to dinner together when the other got home. Twice was when Paul had joined them and once had meant her two best friends sitting at the table. If there were guests, Natalia was to call incase Alistair got home first.

The end of the first week had come in rather smoothly to which he had gotten a phone call from his daughter that since it was Friday, she might not be home that night. This had been fine to him as he had called up the chef to say he could head home for the night. Alistair had decided he would stop and get some Chinese food on the way home with an extra carton for his daughter whenever she got home the next day. The last appointment after the phone call had ran a little longer then he had expected as his patient had a full mental break down in which it had turned violent. Once he was out of the office and locked up, he drove his way home and halfway there was when the rain started. Lightning lit up the dark skies as his food sat next to him with the smell filling up the car. Pulling into the house and walking up to the steps, he had noted the door was unlocked but he figured that chef had forgotten to lock the door which didn't bother him.

Entering the home as he went to the kitchen to put away Natalia's shares and grabbed his to head up the stairs so he could eat in bed, something his wife wasn't too fond of. Sitting down on his bed with the TV and food around him had been a tad bit more lonely but peaceful all the same. It was when he heard the sound of something falling that had caught him off guard. Pausing his television as he listened closely. Standing up, he walked to the door and opened it. Peering into the hallway as he stood there waiting and listening. Sweeping his eyes along the dark hallway as he tried to get them to adjust and after a few moments he heard the footsteps up the stairs. Eyes widening before suddenly his daughter turned the corner. Letting out a breath of release as he told her there was food in the fridge to which she stated she knew and wanted a shower first. Standing in the hall, Alistair engaged in awkward conversation and that was when he saw it; the glinting of something metal behind her moving forward like someone was walking.

Running forward was when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the figure but not in time before a slice was landed on her hip. At first she had reacted with annoyance until she saw the man that Alistair had. A bag was over his shoulder as he wore all dark clothing. Immediately he ran for his daughter to run and when she protested, he insisted that she leave *now*. Throwing himself in between the stairs and the man so that his daughter could run. A cold sensation was felt in his chest suddenly as he reached up to hold onto the knife. Listening to the door clatter shut as he wrestled and found himself loosing balance. Going tumbling down the stairs with the assailant as all he could do was grunt in pain at it. By the time the man was standing, the sound of an engine starting could be heard outside. A triumphant grin crossed his face at that as the car was backing away to which met with the cold sensation being pushed in more before everything went dark.