Luck is often defined by the moments where preparation meets opportunity, but sometimes, things just don't go according to the plan. Trephor fell victim to this on his last attempt to make it big on Corellia. After dropping off the payload, he returned to his ship and took off towards the nearest checkpoint, relieved to no longer be carrying any spice aboard his ship. What he did not realize, unfortunately, that while gone, another group of smugglers with the same ship model as Trephor accidentally loaded their shipment of spice into his cargo hold. Trephor, thinking he was clean and humming happily to himself, was stopped at a checkpoint and arrested by CorSec after they searched the ship and found the spice. He was locked up in a local prison before being transferred to Tenixir because of a lack of space for him in Corellia's prisons.

All Trephor wanted to do in life was be a successful merchant with a respected name and a thriving business under his belt. In a series of repeated, unfortunate events, however, he repeatedly had deals he tried to set up fall through for reasons outside of his control. No matter how hard he researched, bartered, studied, begged, or worked, something always seemed to go wrong. As time wore on, his dream began to diminish, and so he began to take on less and less legitimate jobs instead of the honest trading opportunities he longed for. Even as whatever small luck that came his whistled away within the wind, he still remained optimistic that one-day things would change. Part of him hoped, and so part of him was always a fool.

Despite all of his unlucky turns, Trephor still remains quietly optimistic. He tries to find pleasure in the simple things in life, and has taken his boundless amount of free time to learn and listen from other prisoners about the different security systems used in the galaxy. He's developed his own innate knowledge of safes, security grids, and technology, and even taught himself the fundamentals of slicing by using a stick of chalk and going over variable strings on a cell-block wall with a bunkmate who got busted for hacking into a greedy Governor's account to expose his fraudulent activity. His abilities were noticed by Rasha , who allowed him to join up with her gang.

Trephor was a simple man, who believed in courtesy, respect, and treating your business partners like your own family. He never really had parents or a family, but he had read that in a holonovel once and decided it was as good an approach as any. Even in his years of captivity, he still maintains an almost ritualistic politeness when greeting others, whether they be new or old acquaintances. His friendly demeanor makes him easy to trust, which tends to lead to other prisoners taking advantage of him. Which is why he just keeps adding years to his sentence. All he looks forward to now is a simple "Good, n'you?" from another inmate. It is the small things in live you cling to keep from giving up entirely.

Ten-Ply-Trephor's one truly actionable skill is his self-taught proficiency with terminals and technology systems. He is a self taught slicer that, when combined with usually being overlooked by others due to his "soft" nature, can actually work around roadblocks that a more conventionally trained slicer might overlook. If anyone asked him how to slice, he'd probably have no idea how to teach them, however.

Trephor has earned the nickname "Ten-Ply"for being very "soft" when push comes to serve in any kind of altercation. He does not like to fight, and only knows the basics of brawling and how to keep from getting himself killed. He is not good at lying, or blending in, but does have a good eye for picking up on details others reveal. He is good at pattern recognition, but again lacks any real skills to take advantage of a situation.