You are Alex Mercer, the hottest thing in Hollywood. Your meteoric rise to stardom began with the advent of TF technology, all thanks to your willingness to assume any form for any role. With TF in movies fast becoming the new 3D, audiences flocked to see you.
Some call you the first of a new breed of actors, an avant garde pioneer. Others call you a hack, using TF as a crutch to distract from your ham acting. Whatever. You're rich, famous, and loving in.
The only downside? The studio that signed you, that gave you your big break, owns you. Possibly literally - you really should get your agent to explain the terms of your contract. They control the parts you take, your public persona, even your true identity, which they keep a closely guarded secret. To that end they chose your stage name, deliberately selecting one of ambiguous gender so that they could tease the news media endlessly.
The long and short of it is, when they say jump you say how high and in what form.
Right now, you're signed to the studio's latest project to the tune of $5,000,000.
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