David Almontaser

"Mathematics define the world around us. God created a beautiful system to order all of existence - from Helper T cells to an hapless amoeba to the stars and planets in the sky all the way to our own mental processes! Math is good indeed!"

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ylanne

Last seen at: Canti's Diner

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Dr. David Almontaser is a diminutive man, shorter than the vast majority of people, causing him to have to look up and others to look down when in conversation, except when lecturing from a podium, of course. He has thick white hair, with some silvery strands, combed carefully back. David's prominent features are a widow's peak at the center of his receding hairline, and high, sharp cheekbones. In relief, his deep-set, grey eyes often betray his emotions. With almond-shaped eyes and olive-toned skin, David appears to be of Iranian descent. His face is marked by crow's feet around her eyes, and deeply furrowed frown lines. Typically, he dresses in slacks and collared shirts with a tie. For formal occasions, he will wear a suit and tie.

For those who have seen one of the many posters advertising his lectures, or appearances at conferences, David's face is instantly recognizable, as an icon of his mathematical prowess and prominence in his field, though the name or the identity belonging to the face may not be immediately recalled by the casual observer. Such wanted posters commonly appear on practically any major university's campus bulletin boards, as well as around other community centers where he has been invited to lecture. The 2009 author photograph from his recent book, Unveiling the Mysteries of Euler, is the one most often displayed on newscasts and in newspaper articles, when David is mentioned.

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History

Born in 1930, David Basam Almontaser was the first child of Shasta Almontaser, a dissident Uighur journalist, and Dr. Beatrice Anandini, an expatriate philosophy professor working in China as a visiting lecturer (where women were integrated into the workforce per Maoist ideas). David was sent to West Nottingham Academy from childhood, where he was a boarding student. He graduated with highest honors in 1948, going on to attend MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology) where he was a math major, on a full scholarship for academic excellence. Throughout his schooling experience, David excelled in math and the sciences, but was only mediocre in the humanities.

David received word from his parents in late 1949 that his mother was expecting a child, details unknown. Later, his mother gave birth to a younger sister, Elan Almontaser, in May 1950, but David was never informed. This was while David was an undergraduate student at MIT. At the time, his parents were being hunted by Mao Tsetung, who wanted them executed for dissent propagation. They had fled to the United States where they petitioned for asylum, and Elan was born while they were in Washington DC. The Almontasers decided it was time to go in hiding for everyone except David, who was now on his own. They took Elan and asked Shasta's sister, Sumitra, to raise her. By then, David had lost all contact with his family.

David resumed his life under the assumption that his parents had either abandoned him, or come into worse troubles than any they had faced before. On campus, he became a vocal student leader, serving on the student government council as an outspoken advocate for students' rights and privileges. Among the Mathematics Department, David participated in several major research projects with professors, even during his undergraduate years. Following graduation, David remained at MIT as a graduate student, where he eventually earned his doctorate in applied mathematics. After earning his doctorate, David stayed as a postdoctorate fellow, where he taught classes at first part-time, then as an associate professor on a tenure track, until he was awarded tenure in early 1969.

Meanwhile, his younger sister, now called Tahira Ali was added to the FBI Ten Most Wanted List in December 1968. By the time, Ali's name had come to be associated with the terrorist organization Hataf, which developed from a localized network to an international organization that would later rival Al Qaeda in size and influence. Over seventy victims and two dozen terrorist attacks would be personally attributed to David's sister. But because his parents had lost contact with him, David never knew that Ali was in fact his younger sister, despite the fact that their physical appearances seemed to mirror one another in many ways.

In 1971, David married Dr. Sarah Janette Moore, a physicist who taught in the physics department at MIT, after the two worked on a collaborative, inter-departmental research project in conjunction with the engineering department. Together they had five children, the oldest and youngest only ten years apart: Hilkiah James, who would become a Baptist pastor in West Virginia; Mordecai Edwin, a mid-level corporate executive in an international consulting firm; Bilhah Amani, a freelance artist specializing in landscape surrealism whose work was exhibited at a number of local museums and art shows; Hagar Elan, a psychologist specializing in Autism Spectrum Disorders and psychological research; and Reuben Shasta, a military interrogator stationed at Guantanamo Bay.

David became chair of the mathematics department in 1978, by which time he had accumulated several publication credits, honorary degrees, research grants, and fellowships. Sarah, meanwhile, left her teaching position to serve on the Board of Trustees at MIT. By 2007, David had stopped keeping a full time teaching schedule, as it was too draining on his mental health, and taught only one class a semester. At this time, both he and Sarah are preparing for retirement within the next two years. David still serves as Chair of the Mathematics Department. He and Sarah have twelve grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. David recently was made aware of his relationship to Ali as several students have pointed out to him, sometimes rather rudely, that he bears a great resemblance to the fugitive, who also has a widow's peak, and shares his eyes and other facial features.

David Almontaser's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:28:38, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser strode into the bar, one hand in his pocket, whistling as he walked. Dressed in a casual suit, David had a large book perched in his other hand, open somewhere in the middle. If anyone happened to look over his shoulder, they would see a number of ridiculously difficult calculus equations, with many notes freely scribbled about the margins. David took a seat at an empty table, where he placed the book, almost reverently, a soft smile alighting his features.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:33:24, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser was clearly unaware that he'd walked into the strangest bar in the Multiverse, otherwise he would have been decidedly both more cautious and alert upon his entrance. Seeing as he was neither, any regular would easily be able to decide that David was quite green indeed. He himself, being unaware of this, merely continued to study his tome, his only movements an occasional "Hm," and "Ah ha," as he leaned over, and turned pages. After a moment, he realized Carrickfergus was looking at him, and David looked up curiously, only to see her looking at a bandaged wound. David, startled, drew back in his seat, though he was already halfway across the room. He blinked in astonishment. What kind of place was this? He was beginning to find out...

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:37:05, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser , being the congenial, extroverted personality that he was, closed his book, sweeping under his arm as he stood in one smooth, practiced motion, as he approached Carrickfergus, with not just a little trepidation, seeming to study her face with his light eyes as he moved closer. "Hello," he said, nodding politely. "Are you all right?" He indicated her wound.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:40:07, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser took a seat next to Carrickfergus, settling into it. He noted the woman's Irish accent, not dissimilar from that of one of his international students. "Are you sure?" he pressed, his brow knitting in concern, in a look that perfectly mirrored the way his sister, Tahira Ali, appeared when she was concerned. "You don't seem to be all right."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:42:43, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser smiled politely, offering his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, swallowing nervously at the mention of frequent assaults. "My name's David," he added, ensuring that he said his name slowly enough so his companion could pick up on the correct pronunciation. It was very often that people simply pronounced his name the American way, but there was way to do it... He glanced at her injury. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:45:50, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser frowned in concern. There was clearly something wrong. "What did happen?" David inquired further, folding his hands neatly in his lap, in a gesture that mirrored Ali's exactly, as he spoke. He seemed to be quite concerned, despite Carricfergus's admonition not to worry.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:50:13, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser shifted his weight as he put his book down on the table, then, leaning forward with one arm on the table as he looked up at the taller woman, again, in a gesture that quite resembled Ali's as he frowned thoughtfully. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, his voice marked with genuine sympathy. "If there's anything I can do, please, let me know. I can take you to. . . a doctor, the police. . ." Unbeknownst to David, he was now at a perfect angle to Carrickfergus to compare his face to Ali's, his sister's photograph displayed prominently on the bar's infamous bounty board. Were she to notice, there was a striking similarity in their facial features.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:54:09, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser shrugged lightly. "All right, all right," he said, with the gesture of surrender. "I won't call the police. But you need medical attention." He settled into his chair, then, looking directly at Carrickfergus. "Oh really?" David asked, responding to her statement of a moment ago. "I wouldn't have guessed. My students, sometimes they tell me I resemble..." he then trailed off, embarrassed to say the name.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 10:56:36, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser frowned. That was the name. "Yes, Tahira Ali," he said, nodding. "They tell me that quite often. Personally, I wish they'd stop saying that all the time... I'd rather not have my face compared to that of a terrorist. It's not exactly a good way to go about in life." He didn't want to add that Ali was his sister. I mean, who would want to claim a notorious terrorist as their family member?

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:00:09, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser shrugged. "You'd be the first I've ever heard say that," he remarked. "Ali's wanted in something on the order of one hundred and ninety-three nation-states. Which is quite a high percentage of known nation-states here on Terra and in the surrounding systems." David seemed to sit up straighter. "I wonder what the average percentage of such nation-states is for a fugitive to be wanted in? If anyone keeps track of these numbers, I bet Ali's in the ninety-ninth or ninety-eighth percentile. At least several standard deviations above the arithmetic mean." He seemed to speak faster as he grew more excited. "Most countries I know of would love to see her dead or in prison."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:03:31, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser stopped, almost embarrassed. "Oh," he said, "I apologize. Sometimes I get carried away with the mathematical bliss of. . . quite. . . well, I find it fascinating. I'm a professor," he added, grinning guiltily, like a seven year old proud of having gotten cookies from the locked cookie jar. "Yes, Ali's quite notorious where I come from. It's why I hate being compared to her. If the students are always thinking about her, then most assuredly, their focus on mathematical bliss is inhibited."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:06:04, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser nodded. "So if you're a medic in training, then how is it you came to know some rather. . . unsavory folks?" David asked, raising an eyebrow. "You said they blamed you for your brother's passing..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:10:47, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser happened to glance over at Deitrich, upon the messenger's entrance, eyes narrowing in concentration, in a gesture that was the exact copy of Ali's common reaction to the unexpected. Looking back at Carrickfergus, he said "You're affiliated with the military?" he asked. Well, that was certainly a surprise. The math professor would have never guessed that this woman was a military-woman, or, he supposed, a military medic. He didn't know, perhaps she had simply seemed too. . . well, not cut out for that kind of life. David cursed himself for making baseless assumptions about others.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:14:40, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser listened intently, hands folded in his lap, eyes on Carrickfergus as the woman spoke. "And what do you plan on doing with this...military training?" he asked, the question somewhat loaded, though he was genuinely curious. David didn't think it right that anyone should live all their life constantly exposed to war and such violence.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:17:23, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser nodded. "Well, that's quite interesting," David said. "That would make the percentage of the medic core at 100% Irish, an unprecedented overwhelming majority. I wonder how all other nationalities feel at this exclusion from the whole?" Again, with the math. "You should go into civilian medicine, really," he said. "You're much more needed there..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:20:05, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser was silenced for the moment. "I'm truly sorry about that," David finally said, feeling quite awkward and incredibly inadequate. "I sometimes wonder if that's how Ali feels... no more family." And he regretted speaking as soon as he'd opened his mouth.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:23:03, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser stiffened, shifting uncomfortably, the gesture again looking exactly like Ali's response to certain types of statements. "She's my sister," he admitted, with shifty eyes, as if hoping he could ensure that no one overheard his remark, though he was quite obvious in the way he behaved.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:25:55, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser frowned, shaking his head. "I've never met her," he said, "not once." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation. "Quite frankly, if I go around and make it very public that our world's most wanted terrorist is my sister, it could mean the end of my career, the end of my family, and....well, I don't want that. It's not like she's ever done anything for me."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:29:50, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser "Do I look like I know where Ali is?" David scowled, a dark expression flitting across his face. "And even if I did know where she was, what in the world makes you think I'd want to talk to her? I'm pretty damn sure, with an infinitesimally small range of error, that Ali is the reason I haven't heard from my parents in sixty years!" He was practically shouting now, though his voice level hadn't actually risen much in volume.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-31 11:32:21, as written by Ylanne
David Almontaser let his eyes slide away from Carrickfergus's. "Forget I said anything," he muttered. "Let's talk about something else. Perhaps the integration of fractions?"