Extraordinary Luck - Self explanatory! Iggy has a baffling store of good luck and can expertly stumble his way from one success to another while looking only partly daft the whole way through.

Adventure Sensor - Iggy can't go three feet without stumbling upon some manner of mysterious mystery, magnificent monster, or mystical, magical menagerie of some sort or another.

The Ride Never Ends! - Iggy doesn't seem to be limited by such concepts as time, space, continuity, or death! That isn't to say he cannot be stabbed, shot, maimed, set on fire, fed to cosmic horrors, obliterated temporarily subdued, though...

The Joys of Being A Skeleton - Who's got two fleshless thumbs and doesn't need to eat, sleep, drink, or procreate? This guy!

Mr. Bone's Wild Ride - When he's in a particularly absurd mood Iggy can often initiate some horrifically ridiculous scenarios, circumstances, or abilities that he probably won't be able to call upon twice in a short period. It's as if he is a magnet for silly things. (Really he's mindlessly calling upon teensy fractions of his real power. Only good for parties though, really.)

In some part of the world (or a world, possibly not even your or my world) there was this god, right? Now, get this, this god wasn't very popular. Nonono, he was rather disliked by the others. Why's that, you're asking? Well it's because he was kind of an arsehole really. He had a tendency for needlessly mucking up the plans of others and getting in the ways of things purposefully for his own amusement. He (or she, since gods tend to be beyond such petty concepts as 'gender) was something similar to a 'God of Mischief'. Now while this was hilarious the other gods got understandably annoyed with his shenanigans and decided to take action.

So one day they all just sort of showed up in his favorite haunt in some odd, intangible place outside space and time where only twats like gods get to hang out.

Then they fuckin' killed that bastard.

Well, not killed in the sense most sensible mortals know it. They killed him in a needlessly obtuse fashion (as gods tend to do) by using their collective strength to rip apart his physical and mental forms and utterly obliterate them. Of course, with gods being short-sighted fools most of the time, they didn't stop to think what this might do. Each itty bitty piece of his squishy god bits scattered across... well, everything.

What a bloody mess, am I right? Anyhow, these god bits (being god bits) scattered across space, time, and reality, flinging into all manner of nooks and crannies and taking on various shapes, colours, and sizes.

It's important to note at this point that gods, being what they are, can't actually die. (At least these ones can't. I don't know about your pansy gods.) However, this did effectively incapacitate the trickster. It did not, however, stop him from attempting to fix himself. (This is where Iggy comes in.) You see, pretty much every piece of him became all manner of random objects and thingies. It's just sort of what they felt like doing at the time. One shard of his mind, however, took on a rather unique form...

It became Iggy (or this skeleton right here).

Being only the barest bit of a god it naturally assumed the form of a naked skeleton. Naturally. Traces of the dead god's absurd fashion sense caused him to magic up some fancy clothes as well (much to his pleasure). Sadly, despite him being a god (technically anyhow), Iggy was still only a teensy tiny bit of a dead god. Thus he had absolutely no memory of who or what he might be. There were traces, however, in his silly, irritating, and curiously optimistic personality.

And so Iggy was sent spiraling through space and time without the slightest thought as to why this was or who he was. He just sort of went with it. However, entirely unbeknownst to him, his true self (the god bits of him) call to him from their various forms across the worlds. And so, even though Iggy believes himself to be a simple mild-mannered skeleton with a dapper outfit and sense for adventure he's truly being slowly drawn to his other bits and bobs, subconsciously trying to return to his whole self once again.

Might be a long damn time before that ever happens though!