Ignatius of Hellcreek, AKA Iggy D'Marrow

My Latest entry in the Y! Gallery, and the first pic I did completely in 2011. He was inspired by a friend of mine's memories of a Natural history museum of his youth. From a shy curator, he suddenly became this barbarian-styled warrior able to travel between worlds and summon dinosaurian skeletons.


Geeky Iggy D'Marrow was fresh from his paleontology degree when he was appointed as deputy curator of the city's natural history museum, as means to earn his graduate title.
Not long after, he was asked by Dr. Steinson to join him in a little dig near the city, in a promising venue known as Hellcreek.
Among the various fossils, none of which seems entirely familiar to the team, a strange talon was found. Though it resembled a dinonychus piece, the material was nor organic, but rather a carved piece.
As soon as Iggy touched the claw, something strange seemed to occur to him. As though thousands of memories rushed into his mind--except that those memories were not his at all!

Seconds later, Iggy found himself recovering from fainting in the middle of nothing, in a valley that was not quite Hellcreek. His team was nowhere to be found. He laid naked, barely aware.
"And who might you be, young portent of a man?"
Iggy was startled by the old man voice, mostly because he hadn't realized the man approaching.
"I'm Iggy... Ignatius D'Marrow. This is not Hellcreek, isn't it?"
I obviously wasnt. The entire landscape there seemed not as barren as it looked primitive. Strange.
Where he was, or how had he arrived there soon became accessory questions as he tried to raise. He was taller, handsomely muscular, and needed not his glasses to see anymore. As the other had stated, he was indeed a portent of a man! Except for the strange claw in his hand, he held nothing from what was now his past life. The old man, though, didn't seem to even notice his nakedness, or the obvious bewilderment. Moreover, he was apparently glad at both.
"So you are from this Hellcreek place, then." said the elder. "Very well, Ignatius of Hellcreek, follow me. I need to explain you some things."
"Or at least, those I do understand."

Cheers

Gerry.