You were raised as a pampered noble, but somehow escaped a sedate life of parties and gossip. Instead, you’ve thrown in your lot with the commoners of the galaxy, exploring and adventuring with the best of them. Your old graces and expensive education come in handy, especially when dealing with authorities who respect those with just the right accent and manners. You’ll never be one of the cantina scum, but you’ve got your own useful ways. Nobody complains when you remember an important historical fact or cite a useful bureaucratic nuance. Well, most don’t complain anyway.
Poise
With the finest education the galaxy can provide and a childhood spent hobnobbing among snobby elites, you have developed a way about you. You carry yourself with the bearing of a noble, even in the heat of battle. Others sense your superiority and give you a wide berth. Due to your bearing, you may move through the space of any sentient creature during combat, simply going where you choose. Those who are not noble like you suffer disadvantage on Charisma rolls made to order you around or otherwise demean you. Some may scorn you for your haughty countenance, but few do so openly.