Hello, Welcome to the Matrix.

This profile serves as more than just an introduction. It is a living archive of a man shaped by legacy, loss, and a loyalty to the truth that cost lives. Here, you will find reflections, redactions, and revelations that trace the journey of a voice raised in resistance.Whether you stumbled here by accident or by intention, this matrix holds more than facts—it holds what lies beneath them.

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About Me

Name: _{Jaxon Ryquino Sauveterre}
Birth Date: _{August 8, 1995}
Ethnicity: _{Filipino-French}
Orientation: _Pansexual
Occupation: _{Investigative Journalist,
Editor-in-Chief (Independent), Freelance Writer}
Educational Background:
_{— Bachelor of Arts in Broadcast Communication,
University of the Philippines Diliman
— Former Student Leader |
Campus Publication Associate Editor}
Marital Status: _Single
Residence: _{Quezon City, Philippines}
Languages Spoken: _{Filipino, English,
conversational French}
Face Claim:
_{Choi Seungcheol (main)
Kim Jongin
Lee Jun-Young}

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Subject: RP Account Info & Interaction GuidelinesHi there,Thanks for connecting. This account portrays Jaxon Ryquino Sauveterre—also known as Kino or Jaki—and is written under #KIEL. Both the muse and the mun use he/him pronouns and are of age. Please note that activity here may be sporadic, as I balance real-life responsibilities outside the platform.My DMs are open to those interested in developing pre-established dynamics or building collaborative narratives from scratch. Casual conversations are also welcome. That said, I don’t engage with interactions that stir unnecessary tension or compromise mutual respect.This account is strictly for roleplaying and entertainment purposes only. It may contain NSFW language, so please follow at your own discretion. Additionally, I am not affiliated with or representing any of the artist(s) used as face claims—their likeness is used purely for fictional purposes.If I followed you first and you feel this muse or portrayal doesn't align with your preferences, a softblock is appreciated to avoid misconstruances moving forward.Best,
Kiel

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II. RED INK
March 2013. Ramon Sauveterre was in Japan, chasing a story that threaded through corporate towers, backroom dinners, and ports where manifests lied more than they told the truth. It wasn’t just trafficking—it was power laundering, with foreign firms and local officials as co-conspirators.The article ran online on a Tuesday. By Thursday, it was gone—scrubbed from archives, backups, even mirrored servers. By the weekend, Ramon was found dead. Officials said it was an accident, but everyone who mattered, especially his wife and son, knew it wasn't.The satchel returned to Dra. Jeannette felt wrong—lighter, emptier. His notes, drives, and field tapes were gone. Only fragments surfaced later: half-sentences, timestamps without context, whispers without names.Jeannette told her son to stay away from journalism. "Huwag ka nang sumunod sa papa mo, anak. Hindi kita pipiliting magdoctor, pero huwag kang sumunod sa kan'ya. PLease, son." she cried.But Jaxon, although he understood where his mother was coming from, he had already decided—if truth could vanish in days, someone had to learn how to keep it alive.

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III. COLLEGE YEARS
At UP Diliman, Jaxon studied Broadcast Communication not to become a face on screen, but to dismantle the machinery behind the message. He was the student leader who never needed a megaphone—his words traveled quietly through networks of organizers, quoted without attribution, repeated because they stuck.As Associate Editor of the campus paper, he rejected sensationalism. Every draft he approved read like evidence—cross-referenced, sourced, and sharp enough to survive scrutiny. His activism targeted press freedom, information integrity, and the silent engineering of public opinion through algorithmic propaganda.Outside the univeristy, Jaxon began coordinating charity drives for disaster-hit provinces and organizing free media literacy workshops in underserved barangays. He believed that public service wasn’t about grand speeches, but about showing up where people stopped expecting help.A classmate once said of him, “He doesn’t talk like he’s convincing you—he talks like he’s preparing you for the day you’ll have to testify.”

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IV. PRESENT DAY
Now based in Quezon City, Jaxon moves between two worlds that rarely meet. By day, he is a public servant—an editor-in-chief in his own communications post, a role that looks mundane on paper but offers a vantage point most journalists can only imagine. From here, he has unfiltered access to archives, reports, and correspondences that could rewrite national narratives if ever brought to light.By night, he quietly moves those truths toward the light. Some articles run briefly under his name before being pulled without explanation; others appear anonymously in underground publications, activist briefings, or encrypted message boards. Whether his name is there or not, the cadence is always his. He doesn’t chase recognition—only the dismantling of systems that thrive on silence.Off the record, Jaxon’s truest anchor is at home. He shares his life with his girlfriend, who's a renowned model and restaurant owner, Adaline Hale Vergara, whose presence, he says, “reminds me that the fight isn’t only out there.” Together they raise their children—Alexandra, Amaris, and the twins, Triesten and Marseille.

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