The Energon Pub

Name: Iguanus
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Terrorist
Alternate Mode: Cybertronian Motorcycle
Weapons: Air Blaster, Spinning Blades, Hypnobeams
Height: 31ft / 9.45m
Quote: “Sow the seeds of fear and victory is yours."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 5
Endurance: 9
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 7
Rank: 6

Profile: [From the Datatracks of Iguanus, Decepticon Terrorist]
Let me begin by stating that I do not need somebody else telling you my details. What an insult that is, to have another mechanoid, another bumbling fool ruining my profile. I am fully capable of doing this myself, for there is no one better—certainly nobody greater—than me suited to the task of speaking about my being. I'll not accept an idiotic misinterpretation of my traits, and I will not tolerate a mundane advertisement of my abilities. Absolutely not.

Shall we, then? Excellent decision. I thought as much.

Fear is my weapon, my speciality, my love. It's as obvious as the Decepticon insignia I wear upon my chest-plate. I breed fear whenever I can, spreading its taint to all those around me whether they are friend or foe, delighting in the results it achieves. The aghast expressions locked on my victims' face-plates, the subsequent trembling that takes them, the paralysis that renders flight an impossibility—they are just sweet samples of what fear can do.

It's funny, you know. The Autobots consider themselves as brave and noble and heroic, such magnificent pillars of golden light bringing peace and goodness to a dark and dirty galaxy. Or something stupidly poetic like that. But here is the funny part: once they've had the pleasure of meeting me, all that bravery and nobility and heroic nonsense gives way to fear. It all vanishes, dies off, leaving in its place nobodys and nothings, pathetic husks of scrap that make me smile and laugh. And I'm still smiling and laughing as I kill them, the shock and fright I witness a reward for a job well done.

Of course, appearance plays an important role when it comes to fear, and I owe credit to the many species of reptiles I've been so fortunate to encounter on the many worlds I have visited. Encounters that had led to a bond, an affinity with these lovely creatures. An affinity that has led to body modifications, to honour and cherish my rapport with my reptiles. Not even my closest comrades like Bomb-Burst (though I am stretching the definition of closest comrades) understand the relationship between me and my reptiles, but then I never expected him to. However, what they do understand—what every soul who knows me understands—is that I am exceptionally skilled at generating fear and wielding it as a master swordsmech would with his blade.

Ask any corpse I've left behind. If you couldn't already notice the terror etched on his features.

Abilities: Iguanus's optics boast hypnobeams that can override some targets' willpower and temporarily program them with new directives of his choosing. He is armed with an air blaster that shoots pressurised air with as much force as a hurricane; this weapon is accessible in all modes. In vehicle mode, motorcycle wheels have retractable spinning blades that can slice through armour. With significant finesse, Iguanus uses them as a hand-to-hand weapon when the opportunity arises. His internal mechanisms can generate an equilibrium distorting effect that strikes targets with intense vertigo. He is extremely strong, resistant to damage, and skilled as a warrior.

Weaknesses: Iguanus suffers from no known physical weaknesses, but his arrogance can affect him and make him vulnerable in combat.