Dark Ironpaw (as he likes to be known) is a slob, very few of his team-mates can stand to be around him, and Rhinohorn flat out refuses to even attempt to communicate with him, as he cannot express himself monosylab…monosyllabylica…in words what Ironpaw can understand.
He is the only member of the Evil RoBots whose function reads: Unemployed.

Ironpaw once recorded over vital intercepted enemy communication data, so that his cassette mode could carry an eighth generation pirate copy of “No life ‘till Leather”. The only reason his bodywork isn’t black is because he had no black paint left after painting his room.

His official tech-spec read-out for Skill had a question mark for an answer. Was almost a lucky draw figure, but the bright white box hurt his eyes. He has such little respect for himself, he considered reformatting into an 8-track tape.