South Paw: Bodyguard Protocol
South Paw: The Bodyguard Protocol
Some heroes are born. Others are reluctantly hired.
Meet South Paw—Native American, Cherokee tribe, trained fighter since age four, Junior Olympics finalist, and all-around serious guy with fists like cinder blocks and luck like a cracked mirror.
Raised in the shadows of his older brother Pip—a boxing prodigy with style, swagger, and a growing fanbase—South Paw has always been the overlooked one. The quiet one. The one still trying to prove he's more than a number on someone else's scorecard. Born with a birth defect and shaped by hardship, he's had one constant in life: keep fighting.
So when he's offered a job at 17 to become the bodyguard of a chaotic genius scientist, it seems… off-brand. Especially since that scientist is Dr. Rhea Nocturne—a lab-coated whirlwind of explosions, enthusiasm, and questionably ethical gadgets. She's brilliant. She's unpredictable. And she definitely doesn't come with hazard pay (though she claims she invented it).
Now South Paw's job isn't just keeping Rhea safe. It's keeping the world safe from Rhea.
Together with Carl the Glove (his grumpy mechanical hand with opinions), the unpredictable HugBot 9000, and Pip (now also along for the ride and stealing the spotlight), South Paw is pulled into a madcap world of:
Rogue inventions like the Neuro-Noodle 7 and Sassy Snake Translator
Muffin-based teleportation experiments
Golems made of bad decisions
Dinosaurs. Probably cloned. Definitely angry.
And a lab rulebook rewritten in glitter and fire.
All while South Paw tries to maintain his trademark seriousness, despite glitter-related incidents, interdimensional gnomes, and Carl's never-ending commentary.
As the missions get more dangerous, and as a mysterious organization sets its sights on Rhea's inventions, South Paw finds himself facing something even scarier than science gone wild: purpose. Identity. And the possibility that he's more than just a fighter in someone else's story.
This is a tale of fists, friendship, fire, and finding yourself—one teleportation misfire at a time.
Perfect for fans of mad science, dry humor, reluctant heroes, and emotionally intelligent robot uprisings.
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Some heroes are born. Others are reluctantly hired.
Meet South Paw—Native American, Cherokee tribe, trained fighter since age four, Junior Olympics finalist, and all-around serious guy with fists like cinder blocks and luck like a cracked mirror.
Raised in the shadows of his older brother Pip—a boxing prodigy with style, swagger, and a growing fanbase—South Paw has always been the overlooked one. The quiet one. The one still trying to prove he's more than a number on someone else's scorecard. Born with a birth defect and shaped by hardship, he's had one constant in life: keep fighting.
So when he's offered a job at 17 to become the bodyguard of a chaotic genius scientist, it seems… off-brand. Especially since that scientist is Dr. Rhea Nocturne—a lab-coated whirlwind of explosions, enthusiasm, and questionably ethical gadgets. She's brilliant. She's unpredictable. And she definitely doesn't come with hazard pay (though she claims she invented it).
Now South Paw's job isn't just keeping Rhea safe. It's keeping the world safe from Rhea.
Together with Carl the Glove (his grumpy mechanical hand with opinions), the unpredictable HugBot 9000, and Pip (now also along for the ride and stealing the spotlight), South Paw is pulled into a madcap world of:
Rogue inventions like the Neuro-Noodle 7 and Sassy Snake Translator
Muffin-based teleportation experiments
Golems made of bad decisions
Dinosaurs. Probably cloned. Definitely angry.
And a lab rulebook rewritten in glitter and fire.
All while South Paw tries to maintain his trademark seriousness, despite glitter-related incidents, interdimensional gnomes, and Carl's never-ending commentary.
As the missions get more dangerous, and as a mysterious organization sets its sights on Rhea's inventions, South Paw finds himself facing something even scarier than science gone wild: purpose. Identity. And the possibility that he's more than just a fighter in someone else's story.
This is a tale of fists, friendship, fire, and finding yourself—one teleportation misfire at a time.
Perfect for fans of mad science, dry humor, reluctant heroes, and emotionally intelligent robot uprisings.
South Paw: Bodyguard Protocol
South Paw: The Bodyguard Protocol
Some heroes are born. Others are reluctantly hired.
Meet South Paw—Native American, Cherokee tribe, trained fighter since age four, Junior Olympics finalist, and all-around serious guy with fists like cinder blocks and luck like a cracked mirror.
Raised in the shadows of his older brother Pip—a boxing prodigy with style, swagger, and a growing fanbase—South Paw has always been the overlooked one. The quiet one. The one still trying to prove he's more than a number on someone else's scorecard. Born with a birth defect and shaped by hardship, he's had one constant in life: keep fighting.
So when he's offered a job at 17 to become the bodyguard of a chaotic genius scientist, it seems… off-brand. Especially since that scientist is Dr. Rhea Nocturne—a lab-coated whirlwind of explosions, enthusiasm, and questionably ethical gadgets. She's brilliant. She's unpredictable. And she definitely doesn't come with hazard pay (though she claims she invented it).
Now South Paw's job isn't just keeping Rhea safe. It's keeping the world safe from Rhea.
Together with Carl the Glove (his grumpy mechanical hand with opinions), the unpredictable HugBot 9000, and Pip (now also along for the ride and stealing the spotlight), South Paw is pulled into a madcap world of:
Rogue inventions like the Neuro-Noodle 7 and Sassy Snake Translator
Muffin-based teleportation experiments
Golems made of bad decisions
Dinosaurs. Probably cloned. Definitely angry.
And a lab rulebook rewritten in glitter and fire.
All while South Paw tries to maintain his trademark seriousness, despite glitter-related incidents, interdimensional gnomes, and Carl's never-ending commentary.
As the missions get more dangerous, and as a mysterious organization sets its sights on Rhea's inventions, South Paw finds himself facing something even scarier than science gone wild: purpose. Identity. And the possibility that he's more than just a fighter in someone else's story.
This is a tale of fists, friendship, fire, and finding yourself—one teleportation misfire at a time.
Perfect for fans of mad science, dry humor, reluctant heroes, and emotionally intelligent robot uprisings.
Some heroes are born. Others are reluctantly hired.
Meet South Paw—Native American, Cherokee tribe, trained fighter since age four, Junior Olympics finalist, and all-around serious guy with fists like cinder blocks and luck like a cracked mirror.
Raised in the shadows of his older brother Pip—a boxing prodigy with style, swagger, and a growing fanbase—South Paw has always been the overlooked one. The quiet one. The one still trying to prove he's more than a number on someone else's scorecard. Born with a birth defect and shaped by hardship, he's had one constant in life: keep fighting.
So when he's offered a job at 17 to become the bodyguard of a chaotic genius scientist, it seems… off-brand. Especially since that scientist is Dr. Rhea Nocturne—a lab-coated whirlwind of explosions, enthusiasm, and questionably ethical gadgets. She's brilliant. She's unpredictable. And she definitely doesn't come with hazard pay (though she claims she invented it).
Now South Paw's job isn't just keeping Rhea safe. It's keeping the world safe from Rhea.
Together with Carl the Glove (his grumpy mechanical hand with opinions), the unpredictable HugBot 9000, and Pip (now also along for the ride and stealing the spotlight), South Paw is pulled into a madcap world of:
Rogue inventions like the Neuro-Noodle 7 and Sassy Snake Translator
Muffin-based teleportation experiments
Golems made of bad decisions
Dinosaurs. Probably cloned. Definitely angry.
And a lab rulebook rewritten in glitter and fire.
All while South Paw tries to maintain his trademark seriousness, despite glitter-related incidents, interdimensional gnomes, and Carl's never-ending commentary.
As the missions get more dangerous, and as a mysterious organization sets its sights on Rhea's inventions, South Paw finds himself facing something even scarier than science gone wild: purpose. Identity. And the possibility that he's more than just a fighter in someone else's story.
This is a tale of fists, friendship, fire, and finding yourself—one teleportation misfire at a time.
Perfect for fans of mad science, dry humor, reluctant heroes, and emotionally intelligent robot uprisings.
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