"Just admit it. We both know you'll keep going."
SECTION 1
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Ranko Hedma
BIRTHDATE: 07/25/1920 CE (24/3/2350 UC)
DEATHDATE: 01/08/1968 CE (08/1/2398 UC) | Age 47
SUBSPECIES: Lonim-Grandio
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1"
JOB: Cohesor
SECTION 2
APPEARANCE
Ranko is an ethnic Central Martilan. He keeps his hair very short, and has bright red eyes.
SECTION 3
PERSONALITY
Upfront and abrasive, Ranko leads his life without nonsense. He is aware of the confines of the system he lives in, and is comfortable with sitting right at the edge of what is tolerated. Neither does he shy away from confrontation; he is very rarely wrong about his suspicions.
SECTION 4
BACKSTORY
Ranko is more or less your average cynical Cohesor; tasked with enforcing the law, but seldom allowed to deal with more than petty or violent crime. He doesn't get that much excitement in his life, so he looks for some by 'investigating' criminal activity which the regional council or nobility want Cohesors to stay out of. He follows an interesting lead for a few weeks or months, frustrates a gang or two in the process, and moves on once he thinks he's learned everything he can.
The big dream is for the activity to eventually become noticable enough to force Central Martil to investigate, and then call upon him to testify, but he's been in the business long enough to understand that it's not going to happen - and if it does, his testimony likely won't have much impact. By the time anything he says is heard by a tribunal, all parties involved would have already plead guilty and taken a lighter sentence.
It was more or less routine when he started looking into the activities of one Boris Portnovich in mid 1962. He just so happened to stumble upon a vehicle which had recently entered the 'do not interfere' registry, with Kiro's personal signiture. Knowing whatever had gotten the Ticil personally involved had to be big - and it was fun. It wasn't easy to get info, and Ranko liked playing hard to get.
What would usually be a maybe months-long chase stretched on for years, until in early 1964 he ended up getting much more than he expected - or even wanted. On the day Hiji began to direct-to-dock smuggle arms, Boris effectively killed the game by revealing all of his previously hard-kept secrets, knowing that the system would shield him.
And that is where Ranko's story ends for now. With no further reason to chase after Boris he has moved on in search of something else to catch his interest. It remains to be seen where chance will lead him, if anywhere at all.