Galverian Vikailavich Von Negresculupu
Von
DireWolf
Von turned from them and walked on. He was no stranger to this sort of thing. His grandfather had taught him well how to cover his tracks and assume a new identity when it was needed. He headed towards a bar nearby. It was a classic stop for most cops and Interpol agents to gather intel. It just so happened that there was a jumper in this city who had, in fact, killed people back in Russia. However, it wasn't someone that he was hunting. Rather, he was gathering his own information about the shifters in the city for his own reasons.
[think I'm going to drop my other guy. For now at least. I might pick him back up later on if the need arises.]