Jason Neverblack was a strapping example of a mage.  Standing a little over six feet he already had a large frame to work with.  However on top of that he put in several hours of physical training each day.  He was gifted with magic, but his ability to draw upon it was limited.  So he had to work with the more basic magics in combination with physical abilities in order to match up with the other "true mages" as they liked to call themselves.  Though their self-given titles didn't protect them from kinetically enhanced punches to the face.  And it always put a smile on his.  Waist-length silver hair and icy blue eyes combined with naturally good features made him quite the looker as well.  However as of right now his features were coated with significant quantities of dust.<br/><br/>"Anything yet brother?"  Jason called out from behind a large stack of old books and worn chests.  He and his brother were currently in the attic of the restricted tower at the academy.  They had just graduated from apprentices and had agreed to try and do something impressive now that they had access to the more potent magics hidden away by the grandmasters.<br/><br/>"I can't find anything really interesting that we can pull off..."  He had gone through a dozen ancient tomes in search for something truly spectacular.  He had opened four chests that he suspected were never meant to be unlocked, and he had almost blown the tower apart by activating a faulty Orb of Ruin.  So far the best he could do was a book of summoning.  Though it primarily dealt with elemental beasts, old gods, and demons.  Not the kinds of things that they had originally in mind.<br/><br/>"Well this is all I have brother.  Any luck on your side?"  Jason asked as he approached his sibling, with the summoning book held at his side.  If nothing else he figured his better half could do a better appraisal of it's worth.