Copper-brown hair slicks loosely back above a bronze complexion; hazel eyes glimmer between stacked lashes; and a crease between his brows are making its permanence from his continuous smolder. A cigarette is lit. Puffing smoke between his gentle lips and straight teeth helps layer his nonchalance with a bad boy charm. Jed stands with a simple slouch, his broad frame accentuated by his signature leather jacket. Standing tall, he enjoys towering over the many women he effortlessly wins over.

Without much of any flaws to pinpoint on the otherwise male model, Jed was raised on a foundation of insecurities. Since he was young, he’s combated them with his care-free persona. Though puberty did him well, granting him a unique charm that he decides to relish in rather than humble over. Jed has come to perfect his mannerisms in a way that gets him what he wants most of the time. A sly wink and a reveal of his dimple is how he starts, leading to a wildly seductive touch and a tantalizing rasp to his voice.

Jed revolves around simplicity. White and black tee’s dominate his dresser, and denim jeans are all he wears. His jackets are all leather or denim. Generally, he wouldn’t be seen in anything but these clothing choices, but occasionally you can catch him in a sweatshirt and gym shorts if he decides to work out.

Jed remembers his home all-too well; a time of peace and simplicity. The quaint mountains of the north, the beautiful coast upon an old country, and rolling vineyards that go beyond the horizon – Italy was the perfect light to forebode his baleful transformation. Jed was an orphan, never knowing his true parents. While he lived poor, he didn’t mind the minimalist lifestyle within the country-side of Italy. He loved it so much that when visitors would come, he’d act as rebellious as he could to avoid adoption. Try as he may, it didn’t stop a wealthy family of the United States from taking him from his lifestyle. Quickly, his life changed; in which one would think for the better, but somehow it had gotten worse.

Jed knew religion, but never partook in it seriously. His lack of care went overlooked at the orphanage, but this new family had made it their mission to instill an intense religious practice into him. While they lived in an old-style mansion in Georgia, with hanging chandeliers from vaulted ceilings and pristine red carpet atop perfect hardwood flooring, he found fear in this seemingly cultish way of life. There was punishment for anything and everything; and the only true answer was prayer. As much as he tried to fit in to avoid punishments, he couldn’t twist himself into this new lifestyle. As hard as he attempted to hide from the abuse, it was seemingly impossible. What turned from an early curfew into a constantly tracked location, his freedom was taken. What turned from a door without a lock into no door at all, his privacy had vanished. But vanishing was something that appealed to him all-too-well.

Long did Jed hold a blade loosely in his hand with dark thoughts, but without the courage of performing the unimaginable. Instead, he would run. He had always been athletic, remembering the hills of Italy and how quick he could trample its terrain. This time, he would run until he couldn’t any longer. But sooner or later, his feet were no longer trekking grass; instead he appeared in a different realm where the hills would match that of Italy, and the sky was dotted in fluffy clouds. The horizon was a never-ending rollercoaster of hills and meadows, with creatures unrecognizable, but remarkably friendly towards him. Spending hours in this strange place, he eventually returned in excitement of his discovery. But what welcomed him was the merciless punishment that he could never get used to, despite its frequency.

Jed came to find that his location was impossible to be tracked within that realm. And so, he escaped to it often. His new family found an unusual mystery within this phenomenon, believing it to be witchcraft. Through punishment and exorcism, they attempted to cleanse him of this; but nothing seemed to rid the child of his witch blood. Towards the end of this journey, he was frail. Skinny, bruised, and lifeless. It was then that his aunt, whom he’d never met, paid them a due visit. She arrived in modest clothing similar to his family, and she promised them she would take him to a better priest capable of washing away the supposed devil that haunted him. Jed aimlessly followed, but what he was granted was something he thought he had lost forever. Aunt Meredith took him far. At the arrival of their destination, she explained to him in few words – there are many chapters to a book, and sometimes that’s all they are. Jed arrived at a large facility that belonged to a massive coven under the supervision of the US government. With their entry, she gave him a small suitcase of belongings and a simple message stating: enjoy your freedom, and don’t let anyone take it from you again. And on that day, he met two people, but both being the same woman: Aunt Meredith and Coven Head Angelina Ferrari. Aunt Meredith was but a fraction of enchantment magic, and Angelina Ferrari was the mastermind behind his rescue.

Jed excelled happily, though still with his rebellious nature embedded in his soul. He found home in this new coven, but more specifically, in Coven Head Angelina Ferrari. Soon, he eventually changed his surname to match hers, and he soon looked to her as a mother. The days began to blend together, as it does when a happy lifestyle is lived. Jed was excited about his improvements and his rise in knowledge. He had always sought to put it to good use, as he was promised it would be. Instead, Angelina had tasked Jed to seek interest in the coven at Shipden Peak. While Jed is unaware of Angelina’s true interests with this coven, her request seemed harmless. With the use of teleportation magic, Jed was capable of traveling to and from the covens, finding no adversity within this new move.

And thus, Jed became a recent addition to the Shipden Coven.

Copper-brown hair slicks loosely back above a bronze complexion; hazel eyes glimmer between stacked lashes; and a crease between his brows are making its permanence from his continuous smolder. A cigarette is lit. Puffing smoke between his gentle lips helps layer his nonchalance with a bad boy charm. Enzo stands with a simple slouch, his broad frame accentuated by either a leather jacket or a navy overcoat. Standing tall, he enjoys towering over the general public.

Without much of any flaws to pinpoint on the otherwise male model, Enzo was raised on a foundation of insecurities. Since he was young, he’s combated them with his care-free persona. Puberty did him well, granting him a unique charm that he decides to relish in rather than humble over. Enzo has come to perfect his mannerisms in a way that gets him what he wants most of the time. A sly wink and a reveal of his dimple is how he starts, leading to a wildly seductive touch and a tantalizing rasp to his voice.

Enzo is a growing man of fashion.

Responsibility and duty are the foundations of Enzo’s history, but glamor and luxury are sprinkled all throughout. Being among the rich is all polished with chandeliers, marble floors, and mega mansions. He was always fitted for the most expensive clothes, dressed to the nines for any sort of event. Enzo’s all-too-familiar with the cologne-scented suits and the silken gowns adorned in glimmering jewelry, just to go to dinner on a wednesday night, toasting with Dom Perignon about some sort of victory his coven had accomplished.

But indulgence didn’t come without a cost. Enzo had big shoes to fill, simply because of the family he was born into. His coven consisted of talented witches, all held at high standards to perform the duties in which granted them their fortune. Coven Ferrari were silently revered for their services to protect. Being more underground and primarily known within the realm of the rich, they were able to keep things from spreading through media. They were secretly hired for several tasks for celebrities, political figures, wealthy individuals, or even abjurers that needed safeguarding. Through networking, Coven Ferrari had made their way to the top, immersing themselves in a ritzy lifestyle that has made them filthy rich for the past several decades. Being a coven based within Italy, the laws weren’t as strict against them, making their lifestyle that much more possible.

Enzo’s childhood had always been with a mix of siblings, cousins, aunts, and uncles; but with a constant overarching discipline from his parents. More specifically, his father – leaving very little room for clemency. When it came to magic and poise, it was as if it was beaten into him without breaks. Enzo grew up with a child’s spirit, but it was quickly molded into a graceful masculinity with a fearless yearning to protect. Though teetering the criteria of what may be abuse, Enzo did respect his father immensely; however twisted his personality might’ve become through his influence. Strangely enough, Enzo strives to be like him in many ways, but fights to be unlike him in many others.

Enzo’s prowess with evocation took great recognition, which only made things harder for him. Through a constant lens of criticism, he needed to perfect such a hard-controlling school of magic to properly perform for his coven. With repetition and strict guidance, he had made his way to become a stalwart of his coven. He stood a little straighter, walked a little faster, and puffed his chest a little higher – his confidence surfaced. After several successes, he was then nicknamed the Torch of Coven Ferrari.

And as fast as he grew within his coven, it was just as quick to fall as well. One misplayed mission was all it took for the coven’s presence to spread like wildfire. It stirred a lot of controversy, many believing that their services went against the laws that other countries had placed among witches. Additionally, their freedom to use magic as they did was seen as unfair to witches that didn’t have that same privilege. In turn, Italy had instilled newer, stricter laws due to their discovery. Coven Ferrari was told to disband, but many of them couldn’t bear to leave their rich lifestyle. Instead, they continued their work, but punishment was just around the corner from their inability to stop. Several coven members were assassinated, falling fast and consistently like dominoes. As a result, many of the coven members fled for safety. Enzo, being as grounded and as unyielding as he was, stuck around until the very end. He watched his family die, only to be one of the few survivors left. In a theatrical event, Enzo engulfed their mansions in flames and made way for the US.

Enzo had successfully escaped Italy, changing his last name to his father’s name: Leonardo. He more recently joined the Witches of Shipden Creek, hoping to lead a new life with his past buried.