Name: Brantley, aka Frants

Age: 24

Title: Jedi of Tejas

Toes: 10?

Jedi Master: Jedi Homer

Birthplace: Austin

Jedi Frants had the good fortune of being born and raised in Texas, where he was injected, at a very young age, with a potent serum known as "Texas Pride." (Living in Manhattan has had some effect on the detectablity of this serum, but still it exists.) 

After discovering that his lanky frame and concave chest would bring him no prowess in the field of Texas football, a young Frants undertook a life of youthful rebellion.  Fortunately, a freak tumbleweed accident gave the young Brantley a vision into the Force.  He knew what his future would hold.

So, he left the desert land of Texas, and sought Jedi enlightenment in the snowy peaks of Ithaca, where he was to study the discipline of Acting.  Unfortunately, in his second year as a padawan, Frantley was viciously attacted by an "Amy-Coffee Monster" and was blinded by acidic suntan lotion.  

He would never be the same.

He then altered his plans, deciding to pursue the Force through writing and directing.  The final years in Ithaca were spent bonding with the other Jedi (Duck, Kluv, O'Neill, and "friend" Round Nuts--who would later turn Sith on them all...) creating their Award-winning films for Homoerotic Productions.  

Currently, Jedi Frants is the Imperial Asst. Stage Manger at a "hit off-Bway play, a must see, Get Yourself Invited!!!" Other than tempering his Jedi playstation skills, and an occasional glimpse of recognition in playwrighting, his life has plateaued indefinitely. However, the Texas blood keeps his head up, despite the hard, sharp rain that continues to pound him in the proverbial face, as it were.

Comedy Central, he is still waiting for your call.

Not only can Jedi Frants do an uncanny impression of  Jesus Christ, but his facial hair is among the most disgusting north of the Mason-Dixon line.